The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The walls were stone. Not just any stone. Limestone. Grey and cold and old. It had been here before the king was born. It would be here after the king was dead. The air tasted of dust and wet iron. Silas Vane stood in the center of the room. He was alone. His hands hung at his sides. They did not shake. He had trained them not to shake. He was a man of the law. Or at least, the men in the high...

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