The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The knife was cold, its handle wrapped in leather so worn it felt like skin, and I held it with a grip that was already failing. My fingers, once dexterous enough to carve the finest script into wax tablets, now stiffened with a dull, metallic ache. This was the Rot. It had taken my father first, turning his knuckles to a dull, yellowed brass, and now it crept up my wrists, a slow, golden tide....

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