The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain in the Valley of Ash did not fall; it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that smelled of wet iron and old, dried blood. You stood at the edge of the clearing, your boots sinking into the mud that had long since forgotten the texture of earth, and you felt the weight of the sword on your back, not as a burden, but as a second spine, rigid and cold against your shoulder blades....

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