The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink was bleeding again. Elias Thorne held the quill above the parchment, watching a single drop of black swell on the tip, heavy and viscous, before it fell and spread across the white surface in a stain that looked too much like a bruise. He was a scribe of the City Watch, a position that paid four pence a week and required a steady hand, a quiet tongue, and the ability to forget what one...

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