The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Act I The air in the Governor’s antechamber smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had clung to my coat since the riot began on the riverbank. I stood there, thirty-two years old, my hands shaking not from fear but from the weight of the vial in my pocket, a small glass cylinder filled with a liquid the color of late afternoon sun. My sister, Mei, was dying in the...

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