The Golden Maze
The crystal chandeliers above the long banquet table in the Halloway estate burned with a cold, surgical intensity, illuminating the tension that had settled over the room like a heavy, damp wool. I stood by the sideboard, my hands clasped tightly behind my back to hide the tremor that had taken hold of my fingers, watching as Lord Halloway, the new master of the house, leaned over the table to...
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