The Golden Maze
The tallow candles burned low in their sconces, dripping wax onto the silver plate, but the heat in the Great Hall of Vane Manor was stifling, a thick, humid pressure that seemed to emanate from the bodies of the thirty guests rather than the hearth. Elias Vane stood at the head of the long oak table, his back rigid, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the cuffs of his velvet doublet, a...
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