The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The hall is warm. The air smells of roasted pheasant and stale ale. You sit at the long oak table. Your hands are folded. They are rough. They are stained with ink. You are a scribe. You are an exile. You have come from the south. You have left your home behind. You have left your name behind. The King sits at the head. He is young. His eyes are bright. He drinks from a golden cup. The cup is...

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