The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall. It hung. It sat in the air like a suspended breath. Cold. Wet. Heavy. The castle grounds were silent. Not quiet. Silent. The kind of silence that follows a scream. General Thomas Hale stood by the window. He looked out. The glass was fogged. He wiped it with a cloth. The view was blurred. Then clear. The moat was dark. The trees were black. The rain was still. He held the...

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