The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The brass collar hummed against my throat, a low, continuous vibration that I had long since stopped hearing with my ears and begun to feel in the marrow of my bones. We were three days out from the capital, riding along the high ridge where the wind scoured the grass down to the roots, and I could feel the mechanism tightening just slightly as the terrain grew steeper, a subtle reminder of the...

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