The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ivy was thick as a man’s arm by the time the bell rang for matins. Elara stood before the scriptorium door, her breath fogging in the cold air of the Abbey of St. Jude, and watched the green tendrils pulse against the oak. It was not wood, nor vine, but something that breathed with a slow, vegetal hunger. She pressed her palm against the door. It was warm. Behind her, the silence of the...

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