The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the silence of the abbey like a rip in old silk. I was in the scriptorium, the smell of oak gall and iron ink heavy in my lungs, when the world outside the thick stone walls turned to ash. I am Aldous, and I have spent forty years binding the words of saints into leather, my fingers stained permanently with the black of...

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