The Golden Maze
The iron taste of blood was the first thing Caelen noticed, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat even before the second blow landed. He did not see the hammer; he felt it, a heavy, rhythmic pulse against his ribs that mirrored the frantic beating of his own heart. The air in the Foundry was thick with the scent of ozone and burnt sulfur, a haze that hung low and heavy,...
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