The Golden Maze
The ale is warm and thick, tasting of barley and the dust of the road, and it coats your throat as you stand by the high table. The hall is a blaze of tallow light and the roar of three hundred voices, a cacophony that vibrates in the hollow of your chest. You are Thomas, thirty-two years old, a captain in the border guard, and you are here to watch your sister Elara marry a man whose name you...
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