The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ash fell like grey snow upon the shoulders of Aldric Vane as he drove his iron stake into the throat of the shadow. It was a midday sun, pale and watery, hanging over the village of Oakhaven, a place where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of cartwheels and the air always tasted of damp wool and old parchment. Aldric was not a warrior in the traditional sense. He was a scholar...

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