The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The iron collar bit into Margaret’s neck, cold and unyielding, a constant reminder that she was no longer a woman of flesh but a vessel for a curse. She stood on the precipice of the Obsidian Gate, the wind howling through the hollows of the ancient stone, carrying with it the scent of wet ash and rotting lilies. Behind her, the labyrinth of the Blackwood stretched out, a tangle of thorns and...

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