The Golden Maze
The first blow landed on Kaelen’s temple, splitting the skin and sending a spray of red across the ancient vellum of a tax ledger from the reign of King Aldric. He did not scream. He only grunted, a low, animal sound in the back of his throat, as he twisted away from the guard’s second strike. The man, a broad-shouldered brute in the polished steel of the Royal Household, had underestimated the...
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