The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The letter lay on the workbench, the parchment stiff with age and the smell of damp stone. It was a bill, or rather, a refusal of a bill, written in the sharp, angular script of Lord Vane. Elias read it twice, the ink bleeding slightly where the quill had pressed too hard. He wanted the title. He wanted the gold. He wanted the window finished by the solstice, a feat that would cement his name...

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