The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Mara woke in the throat of the bell. The air tasted of copper and old rain. She lay on cold stone. Her head throbbed. A sharp, rhythmic pain. Like a hammer striking iron. She blinked. Dust motes danced in a shaft of pale light. The light was wrong. It had no source. It simply existed. She sat up. Her knees cracked. "Where?" she whispered. The word hung in the air. It did not echo. It...

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