The Golden Maze
Chapter One Sarala Banerjee had known the weight of gold long before she knew its price. She stood now in the rotting medieval hall, the air heavy with damp earth and old iron, her hands resting on the cold, living walls of the Golden Maze. The labyrinth pulsed against her skin, a slow, rhythmic thud that matched her own heartbeat. She was thirty-two, and the sickness in her brother’s lungs was...
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