The Golden Maze
The cart rattled over the cobblestones, a rhythmic percussion that seemed to count down the seconds of your remaining life, and you watched the town of Oakhaven recede into the grey mist that clings to the valley floor like a shroud, feeling the weight of the iron chest strapped to your back as a physical manifestation of the guilt you have carried for thirty years, while the horse, an old grey...
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