The Golden Maze
The stone breathes. Do you hear it? A low hum. Deep in the walls. You are here. You are always here. The Guildhall. The old wood. The heavy air. You are the Builder. You are the Mason. You are the Man. They call you Thomas. Thomas of the Stone. Thomas the Hand. You built this place. Brick by brick. Mortar and sweat. Years ago. Decades, maybe. Time is thick here. It pools in the corners. It...
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