The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The feast was a riot of gold and smoke. I sat amidst the revelry, a scholar of the old ways, my hands stained with ink that no amount of wine could wash away. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of roasted boar and burning pine. Around me, the lords of the Hollow Vale drank and sang, their laughter sharp as broken glass. They were free. They were rich. I was neither. I was a man bound by...

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