The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink was black, but the words were gold. Margaret Holloway held the parchment tight against her chest, the rough fibers scratching against the damp wool of her shawl. The air in the tavern was thick with the smell of wet dog, stale beer, and the metallic tang of fear. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpanes, a relentless, drumming violence that mirrored the pounding of her own...

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