The Golden Maze
The rain had not stopped for three days, a cold, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the stone walls of the Palace of Echoes seemed to breathe with a slow, damp rhythm, and Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the Grand Hall, his fingers trembling not from the chill but from the terrifying weight of the silence that pressed against his eardrums, a silence so profound it...
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