The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Elias held the key. It was iron. It was cold. It bit his palm. He had not slept. The dream was thick. The air tasted of wet stone and old blood. He walked. His boots were heavy. They dragged on the mud. The mud was black. It sucked at his ankles. He could not free them. He could not stop. The castle rose before him. It was not a castle. It was a mouth. The stones were teeth. The windows were...

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