The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind cut through the highlands like a blade. It was a sharp, silent thing. It did not scream. It simply sliced. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. He held the tablet in his hands. The stone was cold. It was heavier than it looked. The inscriptions were faint. He traced them with a gloved finger. The dust of centuries caked under his nails. He was a cartographer of lost things. A scholar...

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