The Golden Maze
Kaelen, the guard captain shouted, his voice cracking like dry timber in the heat, stand before the Obsidian Gate and explain yourself to the King. You stood there, the iron of your pauldrons biting into your shoulders, the weight of thirty-four years of service pressing down on your spine with a gravity that felt heavier than the metal. In your left hand, clenched until the knuckles turned...
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