The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the roof of the wagon, a relentless, hollow beat that matched the thumping in Thomas’s head. He sat in the back, his back against the rough wood, his hands resting on the pommel of the sword he had not drawn in a week. Beside him, Eleanor held a map that had faded to a ghost of its original lines. She did not look at him. She traced...

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