The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The light in the watchtower was the color of old blood, thick and cloying, and you could see the steam rising off the cobblestones as the Mist began its nightly crawl from the harbor. You stood with your iron staff, the handle worn smooth by years of your own sweat and the salt air, watching the golden fog swallow the lower market district. It did not roll; it oozed, a slow, deliberate...

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