The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink bled before I touched it. I held my breath, the quill trembling in a hand that had not slept in three days. My father lay in the cot across the room, his chest rising in shallow, wet hitches. The fever had eaten his mind, leaving only the shell of a man who had once commanded the Iron Order’s northern watch. Now he was just meat and bone, rotting from the inside out. I needed the Golden...

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