The Golden Maze
The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A sound of iron tearing through the air of the Hall of Weights. Elara froze. Her hands hovered over the lever. The lever was cold. It was always cold. The Hall of Weights was a place of stone and silence, but today it was full of noise. The noise came from the Council. They stood in the high gallery. Their faces were masks of carved oak. They...
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