The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The candle gutters in the iron sconce, its flame a trembling tongue of light that refuses to go out. You hold the vial of amber sap between your fingers, the glass warm from the hearth’s dying breath. It smells of pine resin and old rain, a scent that seems to pull at the very fabric of your memory. "Is it ready?" asks Elias. His voice is low, a rasp like dry leaves skittering across stone. He...

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