The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The honey is cold. It sits in the clay pot, hardened into a slab of amber glass. You hold it in your hand. It is heavy. It is sweet. It is the only thing left. The hall is silent. The torches have burned low. Their flames lick the soot-blackened rafters. They spit. They pop. The shadows stretch long and thin across the stone floor. You stand in the center. You are the Captain of the Guard. Your...

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