The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air tasted of iron and old dust. You held the sword, though your hands shook. The hilt was wrapped in leather so worn it had become skin, soft and yielding against your palm. You were a Warden of the Outer Gate, a title that once meant honor. Now it meant only labor. You swept the courtyard. You polished the armor of others. You watched the sun bleed into the horizon, painting the stone in...

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