The Golden Maze
The ceremonial blade rests in your left hand, its hilt wrapped in worn leather that smells of iron and old sweat. You are Elias Thorne, Senior Inquisitor of the Order of the Iron Gate, and you are here to save your brother. The dungeon of the Black Keep does not look like a prison; it sounds like a wet cough, a rhythmic, gurgling inhalation that vibrates through the flagstones and up into your...
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