The Golden Maze
The iron gate of the Abbey of St. Jude groans against the rust of centuries as you force it open, the sound a low, mournful shriek that cuts through the thinning fog of the valley below. You are not here to pray, nor to steal, but to stand, for the command of the Lord High Warden has reached your ears like a blade pressed against the throat, and you have come to meet the judgment that the Order...
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