The Golden Maze
The iron gate did not groan when it opened, a silence so profound it felt like a held breath, as if the very air inside the fortress of Kaelen had learned to suspend its own existence in reverence for the weight of what was about to enter. Thomas Bradshaw walked through the threshold, his boots striking the cold stone floor with a rhythm that had beaten in his chest for forty years, a metronome...
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