The Golden Maze
The sky cracks. You hear it before you see it. A sound like a bone snapping under a boot. Then the light. White. Blinding. It eats the colors out of the world. You are running. Your lungs burn. The cobblestones are slick with rain and something else. Something red. You do not look down. You keep running. The city is on fire. Not with flame. With light. The towers of Aethelgard are dissolving...
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