The Golden Maze
The parchment was thin, translucent as onion skin, and the ink had not yet dried. Thomas held it up to the guttering candlelight, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the feverish heat radiating from the vial of golden liquid resting in the crook of his elbow. The script was a list of names, followed by numbers. Debtors. The total for his father’s release was three shillings and...
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