The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

He dreamed of the tower. It stood not in the sky, but in the mud, a jagged tooth of black stone rising from the swamp that swallowed the kingdom. The dream was cold. It was the cold of iron, of old blood, of a winter that would not break. In the dream, he held the key. It was gold, heavy as a heart, and it burned his palm. He knew, with a certainty that felt like physical pain, that he had to...

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