The Golden Maze
The King’s hand was not a hand, but a map of the world’s decay, a topography of cracks and calluses that had long since outgrown the flesh that sustained them, and it is this singular, terrible artifact that serves as the lens through which the entire court of Aethelgard must be viewed, for in the ancient, stone-choked halls of the palace, where the air tasted of iron and old dust, the monarch...
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