The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The cart shook. The wheels groaned against the cobblestone of the old city. A boy named Silas sat in the back. He held his breath. The air smelled of wet iron and stale bread. This was the third time. Or perhaps the fourth. The years blurred. The path was the same. The gate was the same. The weight in his hands was the same. Silas was small. His hands were large for his arms. He carried a...

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