The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The feast was loud. The tables groaned under the weight of roasted boar and heavy loaves of bread. The air smelled of stale beer and wet wool. Thomas sat at the far end of the long hall. His hands were folded on the oak surface. They were rough hands. They were his hands. The candles flickered. Shadows danced on the stone walls. Outside, the rain lashed against the windows. The town of Oakhaven...

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