The Golden Maze
The wind did not howl so much as it screamed, a jagged, metallic shriek that tore through the eaves of the watchtower and set the iron hinges of the great oak door vibrating in their sockets, a sound that was less an auditory phenomenon and more a physical pressure against the eardrums, a relentless, biting cold that seemed to seep through the thick wool of his doublet and into the marrow of...
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