The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The gate was open. It had been open for three days, a mouth yawing into the dark forest, breathing out the smell of wet rot and old iron. Silas stood before it, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword that no longer cut. The steel was pitted, the edge dull as a spoon. He was not a man who walked into forests. He was a man who stood before them, waiting for the command that would tell him to...

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