The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The paper was damp, the ink of the extraction order smearing into illegible blobs where the Blackwood Ridge mud had soaked through the folder. I held it out to Major Halloway, the edges fraying under my wet fingers. "Sir, the perimeter is breached. The signal is strong. We need to move on the Golden Stag now, before the mist settles." Halloway didn’t look at the paper. He looked at me, his face...

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