The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The bread breaks in your hands not with a crisp snap but with a wet, heavy tear, the crumb falling like grey snow onto the pristine white tablecloth of the Great Hall, where the air is thick enough to chew and smells faintly of wax, old money, and the metallic tang of impending judgment. You are standing in the center of the room, a small, insignificant figure in a suit that fits too well, as...

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