The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Ombra woke not to the sun, but to the grinding of mills and the heavy, wet tread of boots on cobblestone, a city that smelled of damp wool and old ink. The year was 1347, and the frost had not merely settled upon the hills; it had seeped into the bones of the stone, turning the air into a thin, biting wire that cut at the lungs of those who worked the streets. Pietro Lombardi stood at the edge...

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