The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ferry queue stretched into the gray mist, a line of wet wool and damp wool that smelled of boiled cabbage and old fear. Lucia Gentile stood at the rear, her boots sinking into the sludge, counting the heads of the men ahead of her with the mechanical precision of a woman who had long since stopped trusting her own memory. She was thirty-four, a border warden for the Corps of Aethelgard, a...

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