The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind smells of wet stone and old blood. You know this scent. It is the scent of your life, now stripped to the bone. You stand at the edge of the village, where the cobblestones give way to the wild, churning moor. Behind you, the thatched roofs of Ashworth Village huddle together, shivering under the gray sky. They are silent. They are waiting. You are the blacksmith, Thomas Bradshaw. Or...

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