The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink is dry, but the seal is still wet. You hold the brass stamp in your left hand, the thumb pressing the center with a force that aches in the knuckle. The Guild Master’s office is cold. The air smells of stale tobacco and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. You are Elara, thirty-two, a master cartographer in Oakhaven, and you are forging the entry pass to the Golden Maze. Your father’s debt...

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