The Golden Circuit
The rain had turned the courtyard into a slurry of mud and blood, a thick, sucking paste that fought against every step I took, dragging my boots down into the earth as if the ground itself were trying to swallow me whole. I stood there, gasping, the air in my lungs burning with the cold and the exertion of the fight, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of...
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