The Golden Maze
Sakura Ito pressed her thumb against the brass weight of the merchant’s folding scale, the metal cold against the wet skin of her palm. She was hauling the scale toward the gate of the Gilded Labyrinth, her shoulder aching from the strap that cut into her flesh. The hedges loomed, gold-leafed and shifting, their leaves scraping together with the sound of dry bones. It was the seventh year of...
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