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THE KEEPER'S MAZE by JOE SCHEMBRIE * * * * If something can't be what it seems to be, you're overlooking something. Dressed in a rented monk's robe, Joshua Wang emerged from the forest trail. Ahead, beneath the revolving canopy of stars and a two-kilometer arch, torch lights flickered upon the stone walls of a castle. On the field beside the walls, a pair of armored knights faced on mounted chargers, raised lances, and clashed. The throng of tourists gasped as one of the knights tilted off his horse. At the castle drawbridge, guards crossed their pikes. "Joshua Wang of Raven Space Salvage and Recovery, to see Emil Hamilton." "I'll see if his Lordship is available," said a guard. After waiting within the castle courtyard, Joshua was greeted by a young woman bearing a quill, parchments, and a tightly strung bodice. "Lord Hamilton will receive you," she said, her English accent as deep as the cut of her period dress. "Prithee come." He was escorted to a high-raftered chamber adorned with tapestries of knights slaying dragons and one another with equal enthusiasm. It was the only room he'd seen since the docking port that had an undisguised
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