The Golden Maze
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the thick, soot-choked air of the Great Hall, a sound so raw and human that it shattered the stone silence of the castle. It was the cry of a man being unmade, a wail that echoed off the vaulted ceilings and settled into the marrow of everyone present, a physical weight that pressed against the lungs and stopped the...
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