The Golden Maze
My hands were already shaking before I reached the brass key, the metal cold and heavy against the palm of my right hand. I stood in the center of the gilded hall, the air heavy with old varnish and the damp chill that seeps into the bones of this highland town. The Council had given me until dawn to find the ledger, a task that felt less like an assignment and more like a sentence. I was a...
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