The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had stopped, leaving the mud of the valley thick and sucking at the soles of your boots. You stood before the gate of the Ironwood, the air smelling of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that had lingered after the storm. In your hand, you held the compass. It was not a brass instrument, nor was it a navigational tool for finding north. It was a device of your own making,...

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