The Golden Maze
You wake before the sun has fully burned through the grey wool of the sky, your body a map of aches that no amount of sleep can erase. The air in the cottage is thick with the scent of damp earth and drying herbs, a smell that has seeped into the very grain of the wood over decades. You are in Harrowgate, a town that seems to exist in a suspended moment, where the fog rolls in from the marshes...
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