The Golden Maze
The scale on the judge’s desk weighed exactly forty pounds of iron, a brutal and honest mass that anchored the room’s silence. I stood before it, Edmund Blackwood, thirty-two years old, and felt the weight of the gavel before it fell, a phantom pressure on my sternum that preceded the sound. My sister Elara was in the cell below, accused of stealing the Crown’s ledger, a crime that had cost her...
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