The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

"Is it still warm?" Elara held the small, square object up to the window. The morning light was thin, a pale gray sheet that offered no comfort. The object was a seal. Not a wax stamp, but a lead token, heavy and cold. It bore an impression. A face. Her own face, or what used to be her face. The edges were worn. The metal had softened under the weight of years. It was a text symbol, a mark of...

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