The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The carriage wheels crunched against the gravel, a sound like bone breaking in the silence of the autumn forest. Margaret sat rigid, her spine a steel rod, watching the windows of the castle slide past in a blur of grey stone and dark glass. She was leaving. That was the only fact that mattered, though the air inside the carriage smelled of old wool and impending decay. Beside her, in the...

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