The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dust was thick as blood. It coated my throat, gritty and sweet, tasting of iron and old decay. I moved through the labyrinth of the cellar, my breath ragged in the stale air. The walls pressed in, damp and sweating, alive with a pulse I could feel in my teeth. My brother, Silas, was ahead of me. His silhouette was jagged against the dim, amber light that seeped from the unseen source above....

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