The Golden Maze
The order was written in ink that had dried to the color of dried blood. You read it twice, the parchment brittle under your thumb, the seal cracked and weeping wax onto the desk. It was a standard requisition form, number 44-B, for the transfer of a Class IV artifact to the Magister’s vault. Your name was in the first line. The object was the key. You looked up from the paper. The office was...
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