The Golden Maze
Chapter One Guenter Hofmann sat in the damp scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Gall, his left hand wrapped around a gold filigree chalice, his right hand trembling as he reached for a quill. He was thirty years old, an inquisitor for the minor lord, and he was dying. The air in the room tasted of wet stone and rot, a heaviness that pressed against his lungs with every shallow breath. He wanted to...
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