The Golden Maze
The mist that clung to the valley of Oakhaven was not merely weather, but a physical weight, pressing against the stone walls of the town and the hearts of its inhabitants with a damp, persistent cold that seeped into the bones of those who walked its narrow, cobblestoned streets. Sir Aldric, Captain of the Royal Guard, moved through this grey murk with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose...
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