The Golden Maze
The air in the Great Hall of Oakhaven was thick with the scent of roasted boar and the metallic tang of old blood, a heavy atmosphere that settled into the bones of every man present at the Feast of the Founders, where the stone walls seemed to breathe with a faint, rhythmic pulse that matched the drumming of the crowd. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the long table, his hands...
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