The Golden Maze
The road to the Citadel of Aethelgard was not paved with stone, but with the crushed bones of old oaks, a path that crunched under my boots with a sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave. I walked with my companion, Elias, whose silence was heavier than the iron armor he wore. We were travelers, or so the world called us, but I was something else entirely. I was a creature of the...
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