The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mist had not lifted from the valley since the morning I left the manor, and it clung to the wet stone of the keep’s lower corridors with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a living thing, a cold, gray breath that settled into the marrow of my bones and whispered of endings. I am not a man accustomed to such places, nor to the weight of silence that hangs in the air of...

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