The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Anahit Hovhannisyan wiped the chalk dust from her apron, the residue gritty against the raw skin of her palms, and stepped out of the milliner’s workroom into the haze that hung low over the terraces. The air smelled of burnt broom and wet ash, a physical weight that settled in her throat before her eyes adjusted to the grey light of the Whispering Vale. She had forty minutes before the sun...

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