The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was not of the castle, but of the stone. It was a cold, gray slab of granite, worn smooth by centuries of friction, resting in the center of a room that smelled of wet earth and old iron. I woke with my hand pressed against the wall of my cell, feeling the rough texture of the masonry beneath my fingers. It was the same stone. I had felt it before, in the quiet hours before the dawn...

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