The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass candlestick was heavy, its base worn smooth by decades of other men’s hands, and I held it in my right palm as I walked into the Governor’s private study. The wood of the desk was dark oak, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected my own distorted face back at me. I was thirty-two years old, a Royal Inspector with twelve years of service, and my chest felt as though it were being...

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