The Golden Maze
The dream was not of sleep. It was of stone. Caelum stood in the center of the Great Hall. The ceiling was lost in shadow. The floor was cold. It was a castle. It was a court. It was a cage. The walls were thick. They were old. They breathed. "Is he awake?" The voice was rough. It was close. Caelum did not turn. He knew the voice. It was Lord Vane. Vane was tall. Vane was heavy. Vane held a...
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