The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The frost had crept into the marrow of the castle’s limestone bones before I felt the first tremor in my own hands, a subtle failure of the structural integrity that defined my existence for forty years. I stood in the central keep, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old parchment, watching the morning light filter through the high, narrow windows, illuminating dust motes that danced...

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