The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Counting the grains was a habit, a ritual of control in a world that refused to hold still. You had thirty-two in the vial, each one a sliver of gold, heavy as a promise and light as a lie. Your mother’s cough shook the thin walls of your room, a dry, rattling sound that echoed the clatter of the shift-change bells in the Gilded Court. You needed forty grains to save her, but the Chancellor’s...

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