The Golden Maze
The road to Oakhaven was a ribbon of mud that had turned to sludge under the weight of the autumn rains, and Sir Aldric walked it with the heavy, rhythmic stride of a man who had forgotten how to stop. He was thirty years old, though the hollows beneath his cheekbones and the tremor in his left hand made him look a decade older, a fact that did not matter to the village elders who had watched...
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