The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain fell upon the high ramparts of the Citadel of Aethelgard not as water, but as a slow, gray weeping, blurring the line between the stone and the sky. Sir Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the parapet, his gauntlets resting on the wet moss that clung to the ancient masonry. He was a man of iron and silence, a creature of duty whose face had long since forgotten the softness of sleep....

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