The Golden Maze
The wind did not howl so much as it screamed, a high-pitched, technical shriek that tore at the seams of their canvas shelters and rattled the loose rivets of the iron scaffolding that clung to the cliff face like the skeleton of a dying beast. Elara kept her head down, her eyes fixed on the muddy, slushy ground where the boots of the laborers churned up the earth in a rhythmic, mechanical...
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