The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The quill was a raven’s feather, stiff and dry in Thomas’s grip, its tip stained with ink that had begun to smell of wet earth. He held it over the parchment, the surface white and terrifyingly blank, while the stone walls of the crypt seemed to lean inward, pressing against his shoulders with a weight that was not quite physical. It was the year of our Lord 1347, and Thomas Bradshaw, a scribe...

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