The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink in the pot had dried to a crust of black stone, and Elias Thorne spent the first hour of the morning scraping it away with a bone stylus, counting the strokes of his chisel against the parchment. One, two, three; the scratch of the bone against the vellum was the only sound in the scriptorium, a dry, rhythmic ticking that matched the slow, heavy beat of his own heart. He was thirty-two...

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