The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The tower stood against the grey sky. It was old. Stone. Silent. It did not move. It would not fall. It waited. Elias walked away from it. His boots crushed the gravel. The sound was sharp. A dry crack. He did not look back. He could not. His mother’s face was in his mind. She had held his hand. Her grip was tight. Primal. Strong. She had whispered his name. *Elias.* The sound of it was a...

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