The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles guttered in the vast oak hall of Ashworth Manor, their light trembling against the soot-stained vaults. I stood at the periphery. Not a guest. A fixture. A shadow with a pulse. My hands were bound by the silk of my apron. My feet were bare on the cold stone. I was the house’s left hand. I did not speak. I did not ask. I watched. Lord Ashworth sat at...

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