The Golden Maze
The torchlight trembles in the heavy air of the hall, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls that have stood for a thousand years. You stand at the edge of the feast, a shield at your side, your hand resting on the pommel of a sword that feels too heavy for a man who has not yet drawn it in anger. The air is thick with the smell of roasting lamb, spilled wine, and the metallic...
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