The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fog in Oakhaven did not hang; it breathed. It rose from the cobbles in slow, rhythmic pulses, smelling of wet iron and old rot. Captain Elias Thorne adjusted his grip on his sword hilt, the leather slick under his sweating palms. He was thirty years old, though the lines around his eyes spoke of a man who had seen twice that number of winters. Behind him, his squad of twelve marched in...

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