The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The sword was red. Not with blood, but with a rust that pulsed like a heartbeat, a deep arterial crimson that seemed to breathe against the cold steel of my blade. I stood in the center of the labyrinth, the walls high and jagged, carved from black stone that smelled of ozone and old rain. The air was thick, viscous, tasting of copper and iron. I was a soldier of the Iron Guard, sworn to the...

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