The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, the red ink bleeding into the paper like a wound that refused to clot. Elias Thorne stared at the final line, the one that revoked his tenure for unpaid debts, and felt the weight of the conservatory press down on his shoulders. The air here was thick, humid, and smelled of wet earth and something sharper, something metallic and sweet that reminded him...

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