The Golden Maze
Act I Kiet Srisuk remembered the weight of the gold in his palm long after the dust had settled, a cold, heavy thing that had once been a key to something he could no longer name. He stood now in the courtyard, the afternoon thunder breaking over the hills, the air thick with the damp heat of the coming flood, and he looked at his hands, stained with the indigo of the dyer’s trade, the skin...
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