The Golden Maze
The stone of the Citadel did not merely stand; it exhaled. It was a breathing entity of grey limestone, carved over centuries into a labyrinthine complexity that defied the logic of ordinary architecture. Elara moved through the central courtyard, her footsteps muffled by the thick layer of frost that had settled overnight, a silence so profound it seemed to press against her eardrums. The air...
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