The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The feast was not a celebration of life, but a funeral for the living. We sat around a table long enough to span the width of the great hall, a table carved from a single block of pale stone that seemed to drink the light rather than reflect it. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar and dried thyme, a smell that had become as familiar and suffocating to me as the dust of my own...

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