The Golden Maze
The banquet hall of the Whitmore estate had been built to intimidate, its vaulted ceilings disappearing into a shadow so deep it seemed to possess a physical weight, pressing down upon the gathered guests with the quiet, suffocating gravity of a winter night that refuses to break. In the center of the long, polished mahogany table, which stretched like a bridge across the chasm of the room’s...
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