The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the monastery like a shroud refusing to let the dead rest. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, your hands trembling not from the chill, but from the weight of the silence that had gathered around you. For thirty years, you had been the Keeper of the Archives, a man of quiet dignity and...

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