The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mud sucked at Thomas Bradshaw’s boots. It was cold. The rain was hard. It stung his face. He held the sword. His arm trembled. Not from fear. From exhaustion. The city of Oakhaven lay before him. A maze of stone. Of shadow. Of silence. He was a Warden. The highest rank. The keeper of the law. Or so they said. He walked alone. His men were gone. Dead or dispersed. The war had eaten them. He...

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