The Golden Maze
The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown against the high, slate walls of House Vane, a relentless, sleet-laden assault that turned the courtyard into a churning sea of mud and grey stone. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of this deluge, his boots sinking with every shuffling step, while the ceremonial sword at his hip felt less like a weapon and more like an anchor dragging him...
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