The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the tavern smelled of wet wool, stale beer, and the metallic tang of old blood. You stood at the center of the room, holding the golden key. It was not a key of brass or iron, but of a pale, sickly gold that seemed to drink the light from the chandeliers. The metal was worn smooth, the teeth eroded by centuries of use, the bow shaped like a weeping eye. In your hand, it was warm,...

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