The Golden Maze
Elara. The name was not spoken so much as dragged across the floor of the magistrate’s office, a rough sound that scraped against the silence of the room. Kael did not look up from the ledger he was balancing, his quill scratching a steady, rhythmic line against the paper. He was a man of precise movements, his hands steady even as the fog pressed against the high, arched windows of his office,...
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