The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream came to Seraphina not as a vision of light, but as a weight of cold iron. She lay in the stone dormitory of the Citadel, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and stale tallow, and in the dream she held the Mirror. It was not a mere reflection of glass or polished silver, but a slab of obsidian so dark it seemed to drink the moonlight from the small barred window above her bed. In...

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