The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The sword was heavy. It was always heavy. Thomas felt the weight of it in his shoulders, a physical ache that mirrored the hollow space in his chest. He stood before the King, who sat upon a throne of black oak, carved with lions that seemed to breathe in the flickering torchlight. The air in the hall smelled of stale smoke and old stone. "Show me," the King said. His voice was thin, like paper...

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