The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The bell did not ring. It tolled. A single, bronze groan that shook the dust from the high rafters of the Guild Hall. Elias stood at the foot of the dais. His hands were bound. Not with rope. With iron. Cold, unyielding bands wrapped around his wrists, biting into the flesh. He wore the tunic of the condemned. It was white. Once it had been the color of fresh snow. Now it was stained with the...

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