The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The letter was sealed with black wax, the crest of Lord Vane pressed into the center like a bruise. I held it in my trembling hands, the paper cold and brittle against my skin. Outside, the fog rolled in from the river, thick and white, swallowing the iron gates of the mill. I am Elias Thorne. I am thirty-two years old. I am a clerk. I need the deed to my sister’s mill before the winter...

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