The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The hall of the old manor house was filled with the smoke of beeswax candles and the low, rhythmic thrum of violins. It was a feast of such opulent decay that the air itself seemed to vibrate with the weight of centuries. Sir Julian stood at the center of the room, his silver hair catching the flickering light, his face a mask of serene, detached amusement. He was the architect of this...

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