The Golden Maze
The sky split open like a wound. Rain fell upward. Captain Elias Thorne watched the water rise from the earth, defying gravity, spiraling into a dark, churning dome of mist. He stood on the precipice of the Blackwood, a forest that had no name in any map he had ever studied. The trees were silver-barked and leafless, their branches knotted into shapes that suggested hands, or perhaps grasping...
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