The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray mist that blurred the boundary between the stone ramparts of Aethelgard and the churning void below. Elias stood at the edge of the balcony, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in twenty years, yet felt heavier with every passing season. He was old. The knowledge of it was not a sudden revelation...

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