The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I look back now from the edge of the station, where the cold has frozen the well solid again, and I see how the weight of the seal was not in my hand but in my chest. I was thirty-two, a scribe in the Imperial Maze, a place that was less a building and more a bureaucratic wound in the rust-belt district. My job was to transcribe the names of the dead, a task that required a steady hand and a...

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