The Golden Maze

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2026-08-19 12:10:32 -

The Golden Maze

I woke with blood on my hands. Not mine. The scent was iron and wet earth. I was in the dream still. The walls breathed. "Sir." I opened my eyes. The stone was cold. The torchlight flickered. I was not in the dream. I was in the keep. "Sir," said the boy. He was young. Too young for this. His name was Thomas. He held a sword that was too heavy for him. His hands shook. "They are at the gate." I...

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