The Golden Maze
The banquet hall of the old textile mill in Millhaven is a cathedral of dust and silence, the chandeliers long since stripped of their glass and replaced by bare, rusted hooks that drip condensation onto the polished floor. You are seated at the head of a long table, a figure of authority in a suit that fits you with the rigid precision of a well-oiled machine, though the fabric feels...
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