The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream began not with light but with the weight of green, a suffocating, verdant pressure that pressed against Sir Thomas Bradshaw’s eyelids until he could feel the chlorophyll seeping into the marrow of his bones, a living, breathing prison of vines and roots that had grown overnight through the floorboards of his keep, through the stone walls, and into the very air he breathed, a nature so...

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