The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The shield cracks. It is a sound like a bone snapping. Wet. Final. You hear it over the clash of iron. Over the screams of the men. Over the howl of the wind that scours the valley floor. You do not look down. You know what lies there. The oak. The heartwood. The thing that held. It is gone. You are still standing. The enemy is a tide. A brown and red tide. They pour over the ridge. They are...

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