The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass key sat in Elias’s pocket. It weighed nothing. It felt like a stone. He polished it with a rag that smelled of lavender and old sweat. The castle was a beast of stone and shadow, perched on the cliff above the valley. It did not breathe. It waited. Elias was a clerk. He counted coins. He balanced ledgers. His hands were soft. His mind was a cage. He loved Elara. The love was a fire...

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