The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ale was dark and thick, tasting of peat and iron, and the Guild hall smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh ink. I sat at the long oak table, my hands wrapped around a mug that did little to warm my fingers, watching Master Aldric pour himself a second measure. The other cartographers laughed, their voices echoing off the stone walls, a cacophony of men who had never had...

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