The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The Duke’s laugh was a sound like ice cracking on a winter lake, sharp and brittle. "You want the crest, boy?" he asked, leaning back in his chair of dark oak. "The maze of golden hawthorns shifts only for those who bleed for it. Do you have the blood?" Elian’s hand trembled. It was not fear. It was a second heartbeat, a primal hum that rose from his chest and settled into his fingertips. He...

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