The Golden Maze
The mist that rolled off the Blackwater Lake did not merely obscure the path; it consumed it, turning the ancient, moss-slicked stones of the pilgrimage route into a treacherous labyrinth of memory and stone, where the boundary between the waking world and the spectral realm of the Old Kingdom blurred until they were indistinguishable, leaving Sir Alistair Thorne, once the most decorated...
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