The Golden Maze
The dream was always the same. Aldric stood in a garden of gold, a labyrinth of shining walls that shifted and breathed like living things. He reached for the exit, but the paths twisted, closing in until he was trapped in the center, suffocated by his own reflection. He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the year 1348 pressing down on him like a stone slab. He was forty years old, a...
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