The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink was already on my hands, black and viscous like the blood of a cut finger, as I held the quill steady over the parchment. The air in the basement of the Ashworth Institute for Arcane Cartography smelled of damp wool, stale tea, and the metallic tang of fear. I was not supposed to be there. I was not supposed to be holding the map. I was supposed to be a clerk, a minor functionary in the...

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