The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The snow fell on the castle of Avignon like a burial shroud, soft and relentless, muffling the sound of the world outside the high stone walls. Elias stood in the courtyard, his breath pluming in the freezing air, clutching the hem of his cloak. It was a tattered thing, woven with threads of gold that had long since tarnished to the color of dried blood, the only relic left from the burning of...

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