The Golden Maze
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, rhythmic drumming against the iron mesh of the sky that enclosed the arena. It was a sound that had worn into the marrow of my bones over the last three days, a constant, wet static that drowned out the screams of the spectators in the upper tiers. I stood in the center of the sand, my breath misting in the cold air, and I felt the weight...
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