The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink on the parchment was still wet when Aldric set down his quill, the smell of oak gall and iron sharp in the air. It was a scent that had permeated his skin over thirty years, binding him to the Great Hall of the Archivum, a place of silence and dust where the history of the realm was not written, but merely preserved. He looked at the name he had just scrawled. It was a forgery. A small...

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