The Golden Maze
The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. Black. It smelled of iron and old blood. I pulled free. I ran. The cannon fire shook the earth. I felt the tremor in my teeth. I was not alone. Thomas was beside me. He was quiet. He was always quiet. We were in the house. Or what was left of it. The walls were cracked. The roof had caved in. Rain fell through the holes. It was cold. It was wet. It was...
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