The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Elias, come here. The voice of the Guild Master cut through the damp air of the apothecary, sharp as a blade against wet wool. You are late, and the morning is already spent on complaints. Elias wiped his hands on his apron, leaving a smear of grey ash across the linen. He looked toward the counter where his daughter, Elara, lay curled in a chair, her skin tight and hot against the cold...

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