The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The velvet of the world had begun to fray at the edges, and old Silas Vane knew it by the way the light entered his study, thin and pale as a dying man’s breath. He sat in the high-backed chair, the leather worn smooth by decades of sitting, and held the object in his hands. It was a shawl, woven from a silk so fine it seemed to be made of spun moonlight, though the color was a deep, bruised...

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