The Golden Maze
I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the weight of the Keep pressing against the back of my skull. For three days, I had dreamed of the central vault, the door standing open, the light inside cold and absolute. I was Silas, a warden of the Obsidian Keep, and for twenty years I had served King Aldric with a silence that was my only language. But the King’s order to seal the vault was a...
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