The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog rolled in from the sea. It was thick. It tasted of salt and rot. Elara walked. Her boots sank into the mud. The mud was black. It clung to her soles. She pulled free. She kept walking. Her name was Elara. Or so she had been called. The name felt heavy now. It hung on her tongue like a stone. She had walked for three days. Her legs ached. Her bones felt hollow. She carried a box. It was...

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