The Golden Maze
The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of the village into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gray sky and the desperate faces of the men who had gathered in the square to see me off, for I was leaving on a journey that no one else in the parish would dare to take, a journey into the deep, ancient woods where the shadows moved with a...
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