The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wine was red. It stained the linen tablecloths like old blood. Margaret sat at the high table. The gold chandeliers burned low. They hummed. The air was thick. It smelled of rosewater and rot. King Alistair raised his cup. His hand shook. Not from age. From fear. "Drink," he said. He did not look at her. He looked at the window. The glass was black. Outside, the wind tore at the ivy....

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