The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind screamed across the cobblestones of the old quarter, carrying the scent of wet ash and iron. Elias stood at the edge of the city gate, his hand gripping the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than stone. He was not a warrior. He was a clerk. His hands were soft, stained not with blood but with ink, and his mind was a ledger, precise and unyielding. Yet here he stood, bound by a vow he...

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