The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was always the same, a recursive loop of gold and dust that began in the marrow and ended in the silence of the waking world. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, not as the creature I was in the daylight, but as a man, or what passed for one in the eyes of the court. The floor was a mosaic of obsidian and amber, and the air smelled of beeswax and old iron. Around me, the nobles...

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