The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The frost had not yet broken on the cobblestones of the old city when Elara left the House of Mirrors. She carried nothing but her hands and the heavy, iridescent cloak draped over her shoulders, a garment woven not of wool but of trapped light and shattered glass. It was a beautiful thing, cold to the touch and humming with a low, electric vibration that seemed to sync with her heartbeat. She...

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