The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The gilded hall of Lord Aldric’s manor smelled of beeswax and old parchment, a scent that made my stomach turn with a hunger that was no longer merely physical. I stood before the high table, my knees trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence that had settled over the room. I was twelve years old, the son of a man whose hands had cracked like dry earth in the fields...

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