The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ledger lay open on the stone floor, its pages slick with a wet, yellowish residue that smelled of iron and old pennies. I read the final entry, the ink still glistening, and signed my name in the space provided for the heir. The debt was settled, or so the paper claimed, but the air in the cellar tasted of copper, thick and heavy, pressing against my lungs like a damp cloth. I was Elias,...

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