The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mist in Oakhaven did not drift; it crawled. It seeped under the doorframes and pooled in the corners of the room like spilled milk, carrying with it the faint, metallic scent of old coins and damp earth. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the sensation of being watched, though the room was empty save for the ledger on my desk. The book was bound in leather that had long since...

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