The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink bled. It was not water. It was not blood. It was the black, viscous secret of the ledger. Margot held the quill. Her hand trembled. The paper was heavy. Cream. Rough. It smelled of old dust and iron. She looked at the seal. The gold leaf was dull. The symbol was a knot. A loop. An endless line. It did not end. It never ended. The room was cold. Stone walls. High windows. The light was...

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