The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

"You are late, Sir Edward." The voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of stone. It belonged to Lord Pemberton, the King’s Hand, a man whose face had long since forgotten the softness of youth. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the vaulted ceiling above us lost in shadow, the only light coming from the tallow candles that burned low and sullen in their iron sconces. "I have been...

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