The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The vial of my own blood sat in my palm, warm and pulsing against the cold brass of the ledger. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior clerk in the Imperial Mint, and I wanted only to finish the audit before the winter froze the pipes. The pension was the only thing that mattered, a concrete block of security I could hold in my mind like the vial in my hand. But the gold was wrong....

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