The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The petition was denied, and the clerk’s stamp hit the parchment with the dull, finality of a coffin lid. Elara stood before the oak desk, her fingers white-knuckled around the hem of her coat, watching the man sign the rejection with a flourish that cost the city nothing but a drop of ink and her family everything. The room smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the...

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