The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood Manor into slick, black mirrors. Inside the grand library, the air smelled of wet wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. Silas stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water race down the glass. He was not a man of words, nor of action, but of...

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