The Golden Maze
The letter from the estate board lay flat on the mahogany desk, its edges crisp and final, demanding a signature that Elara Vance did not possess the will to affix. She had spent three years in the subterranean vaults of the Ashworth Foundation, cataloging the dead with a precision that bordered on religious devotion, yet the task before her now felt less like work and more like a slow...
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