The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The vial was cold against Maren’s palm, the glass slick with condensation that smelled of camphor and old blood. She held her mother’s hand, the fingers bone-thin and gray, the nails yellowed and cracked, and felt the pulse fade beneath the skin like a candle snuffed in a draft. The Ashwood loomed ahead, a wall of blackened trunks and twisted roots that seemed to breathe in the twilight. Maren...

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