The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mud was cold and thick against my boots, a sucking weight that pulled at my ankles with every step, and the rain was not falling but hammering, a relentless sheet of grey water that blurred the line between the earth and the sky, and I was running, or perhaps staggering, through the undergrowth of the Blackwood, my breath coming in ragged gasps that tasted of iron and rot, because I was...

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