The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink bled. It spread across the parchment like a bruise. Thomas stared at the word. Guilty. The letters were sharp. They cut his eyes. He blinked. The word did not move. It waited. He held the quill. His hand shook. A single drop of black fluid fell. It hit the floor. It made a small, dark star. He looked at the door. It was heavy oak. Iron bands wrapped it. It was shut. He was in the cell....

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