The Golden Maze
The ledger lay open on the oak desk, its pages stiff with age and the damp that seeped up from the cellar of the Imperial Archives. You were twelve years old, your fingers stained with iron-gall ink, and you were reading the line that would end your life as you knew it. *Caelen Ashworth. Missing entry: 400 gold marks. Status: Suspect.* The Chief Archivist, a man named Halloway whose face was as...
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