The Golden Maze
The gold is gone, or rather, it has shattered into a thousand jagged, silent pieces that now scatter across the floor of the Hall of Whispers, a sound like glass breaking in a deep, frozen lake that you can feel in your teeth before you hear it with your ears. You stand in the center of the room, your uniform immaculate, your hands trembling at your sides, holding nothing but the air and the...
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