The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain did not fall. It seeped. It rose from the damp earth, a cold mist that clung to the wool of my tunic and settled in the joints of my knees. I stood at the edge of the king’s garden. The gates were barred. The iron was black with age. I am Ewan. I was a knight. Or I had been. The years have stripped the title away. Now I am only a man with a sword that is too heavy for my arms. I held...

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