The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog does not merely settle over Oakhaven; it invades, a thick, gray shroud that smells of wet wool and old stone, wrapping around your ankles before it climbs your legs, erasing the horizon line where the river meets the sky, and you stand there in the town square, your hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, humming weight of the silence that has held this place for three...

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