The Golden Maze
The tower stands in the center of the atrium, a spiraling monument of glass and steel that catches the late afternoon sun and fractures it into a thousand blinding shards that dance across the polished marble floor, a golden maze that seems to move with a life of its own, and you stand at its base, your armor cold against your skin, your breath shallow and rapid in the sterile,...
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