The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones into mirrors of broken sky. Inside the manor, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Elias stood by the window, his small hands pressed against the cold glass, watching the garden dissolve into mud. He was ten years old,...

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