The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink on the letter was still wet, a dark smear against the cream paper, smelling faintly of iron and old dust. Elias read it three times, his thumb rubbing the rough grain of the envelope until the fibers began to fray under the friction. It was from the Dean, brief and cold, a summons to the office that felt less like an invitation and more like a noose being tightened around the neck of...

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