The Golden Maze
The iron gate did not creak. It slammed. The sound echoed off the stone walls. Dust fell from the ceiling. High above, a single window let in a shaft of grey light. It cut through the haze. Kaelen stood in the center of the room. His armor was dented. Blood dried on his pauldron. It was dark. It was old. He had not washed in days. He was a soldier. He was also a father. The mission had been...
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