The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream began not with light, but with the weight of stone. Commander Elias Thorne stood in a corridor so long it had no end, the air thick with the scent of wet limestone and old blood. His boots, heavy leather, sank slightly into the floor, as if the ground itself were tired of holding him up. To his left, a wall of obsidian stretched into darkness. To his right, the same. In front of him,...

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