The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind in the valley of St. Jude did not blow. It waited. It pressed against the stone walls of the Abbey of Silence with the patience of a predator, holding its breath until the air itself seemed to turn to glass. Wynne walked the long corridor. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hands that were always too cold. He wore the rough wool of the novice, a garment that smelled of...

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