The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall; it was pushed. Elara stood in the center of the grey plaza, her boots sinking into mud that smelled of iron and old blood. She held the key. It was not gold, as the legends in her head had promised, but a twisted thing of black iron, cold to the touch, vibrating with a low, sick hum that she felt in her teeth. Around her, the city of Vael was silent. The buildings were...

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