The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The High King did not speak. He sat upon a throne of fused basalt, his face a mask of polished stone that reflected the dim, amber light of the chamber. Elias Thorne stood before him, his knees stiff from the long march, his uniform torn at the hem. He held his breath, the air in the Obsidian Hall tasting of iron and old blood. "Release him," Elias said, his voice rough, scraping against the...

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