The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The name was called out from the shadow of the gatehouse, a rough bark that cut through the morning mist. "Aldric!" It was the voice of the castle steward, old and tired, calling after the knight as he mounted his destrier. Sir Aldric, forty years old and carrying the weight of a failing heart, did not turn. He was leaving Oakhaven, a crumbling fortress perched on the edge of the Ashen Wastes,...

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