The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain fell in sheets of grey silk, tearing the autumn leaves from the oaks. You walked. Your boots squelched in the mud of the high moor. The air tasted of iron and rot. You were looking for the vein. The map was a scrap of parchment, wet and curling in your hand. It was a lie, you knew. Or perhaps you were the lie. The villagers called you the Warden. They spoke of you in whispers, their...

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