The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rope bit into Arthur’s wrists, a heavy, rough friction that turned the skin white and raw against the stone floor of the cellar. Lord Blackwood stood over him, his boots planted wide, holding a glass of deep red wine that caught the dim light of the single lantern hanging from the ceiling. The cellar smelled of damp earth and old, stagnant air, a weight that pressed against Arthur’s lungs...

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