The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream began with the taste of iron and honey. Elara woke in the center of the field. The grass was high, waist deep, and silver with dew. It did not look like the grass of the village. It looked like old wool, thick and heavy. The sky above was not blue but a bruised purple, swollen with clouds that moved too slowly to be natural. She was alone. Her hands were empty, yet she felt the weight...

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