The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the air in the courtyard remained heavy, clinging to the stone like a wet wool blanket. Thomas stood by the iron gate, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence that followed his accusation. He had spoken the words. He had told the Council that the Old House was not a ruin, but a prison. He had told them that the golden...

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