The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The feast was loud. The hall smelled of roasted goose and spilled wine. Elara sat at the edge of the table. Her fingers picked at the seam of her glove. It was a fine glove. Silk. It felt too tight. Lord Vane sat across from her. He laughed. A deep, rolling sound. He poured more wine for the guests. The candlelight flickered. Shadows danced on the stone walls. "Drink, Elara," he said. His voice...

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