The Golden Maze
The fire began not with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like the world holding its breath before the final exhalation, and in that void of sound, Silas Thorne felt the heat of the blaze lick the back of his neck, a sensation both intimate and terrifying, for he was not merely watching the ancient oak forest of the Hinterlands burn; he was, in a sense that transcended the...
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