The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The banquet hall of the White City was not built of stone, but of compressed memories, and it was currently vibrating with the low, hum of a thousand unspoken confessions. You sat at the far end of the long table, your hands resting on the polished surface, which reflected your face back to you in a slightly distorted, pale mirror. Across from you sat Eleanor. She did not look at you. She was...

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