The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wool. It was a heavy, cloying scent that sat on the tongue like a bad penny. Elias sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands folded over a plate he had not touched. Around him, the men of the Ironworks celebrated. They drank stout from thick clay mugs and laughed with a sound like gravel rolling down a hill. To them, this was victory....

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