The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink was counted by weight, not by drop, and on the morning of the contest, you weighed out three ounces of gall, two of oak galls, and a pinch of iron sulfate into the iron pot, your fingers blackened to the second knuckle. You were Elias, forty years old, your back curved like a question mark from twenty years of hunching over vellum, and the debt your father left behind was a chain that...

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