The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, tearing sound, like a mouth trying to swallow the world whole. I was running, or perhaps crawling, it no longer mattered which. The rain in the Blackwood was not water but a cold, thin needle that found every gap in my armor, every tremor in my bone. Ahead of me, the mist coiled in low, serpentine ribbons, erasing the horizon. I could hear the clash of...

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