The Golden Maze
The feast was loud. It was a wall of sound. You heard the clatter of iron on stone. You heard the wet snap of bones breaking. You heard the laughter. It was not a happy laugh. It was the sound of a trap closing. You sat at the high table. The wood was cold. You did not feel it. You only felt the weight of your shield. It was heavy. It was your brother’s shield. He had given it to you. He had...
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