The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The stone was cold. It pressed against Elias’s cheek, damp with the morning mist that rolled off the river. He lay still. His breathing was shallow. A controlled rhythm. In and out. The air tasted of iron and wet moss. He waited. The sun had not yet crested the ridge. The castle loomed above him, a dark shape against the pale sky. It was the Citadel of St. Jude. A place of law. A place of...

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