The Golden Maze
The iron key hung heavy in Kaelen’s fist, its teeth worn smooth by thirty years of turning locks that should have stayed shut. He stood in the frost-bitten square of Oakhaven, the year 1347 pressing down on him like a wet wool cloak, and the cold had settled into his joints with a dull, persistent ache. He was a knight of the Iron Guard, a title that meant little now to the hollow-eyed peasants...
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