The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The golden lines began to burn before the ink had dried on the bond. You were Elias, thirty-two, a scribe of the High Court, and your hands trembled so violently that the quill slipped, leaving a jagged tear in the parchment. The winter solstice was three days away, and if you did not secure Elara’s release by then, the debtors’ prison would claim her life, as it had claimed her father’s. The...

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