The Golden Maze
The mud in the courtyard of the Grand Meridian Palace was thick, a black sludge that sucked at their boots with a wet, tearing sound. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not look up. He was busy pulling a man named Kael out of the muck, his own uniform torn, his skin raw from the abrasive grit of the palace floor. They were not fighting an enemy with guns. They were fighting the ground itself, which had...
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