The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was always the same: a corridor of gold that spiraled inward, the walls breathing with a slow, rhythmic pulse, until the light swallowed her whole. Elara woke with the taste of copper and rot in her mouth, her fingers clawing at the linen sheets as if they were the only solid things left in the world. It was the autumn of 1342, and the air in the manor house was thick with the scent...

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