The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink is black, thick, and warm against the tip of the quill. You press it to the parchment, and the fiber drinks the liquid instantly. It is a Tuesday. The wind outside is a low, constant moan against the stone walls of Oakhaven, a sound that has worn grooves into the window frames over the last century. You are Elias, forty-two, a scribe of the Third Order. Your spine is a bow, bent tight...

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