The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The chisel had slipped three times this morning, and the granite dust in my lungs tasted like rust and old pennies. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I am counting the hours until the debt collectors arrive at the gates of Aethelgard. My father’s name is on the ledger, and the interest compounds like a slow rot in the wood of the Spire. I have twelve strikes left in my arm before it gives way,...

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