The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The sky split open. Not with thunder. With light. Elias stood in the mud. His hands were full. Heavy. Cold. He looked down. His left hand. It was not a hand. It was a key. Gold. Bright. Blinding. It pulsed. A heartbeat made of metal. Elias gasped. The air tasted of iron. Of blood. He was in the valley. The old valley. But it was wrong. The trees were black. No leaves. No branches. Just spires....

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