The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind howled across the shingle beach, a sound that was less like air moving and more like the earth itself groaning in pain. Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, her cloak whipping violently against her back, her fingers buried deep in the roots of the ancient yew tree that clung to the precipice. She was not fighting the wind; she was fighting the silence that followed it. For three days,...

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