The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain hits the cobblestones with a rhythmic, industrial precision. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* You count them. One, two, three. The count resets when the rhythm breaks. It is a cold morning in Ashworth Hall. The air smells of wet stone and old dust. You are here because the ledger says you are here. You are the auditor. The investigator. The man who finds the cracks in the foundation. Your coat is...

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