The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain in Aethelgard did not fall; it hung, a thick, wet veil that smelled of iron and rot. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Council Hall, his boots soaking into the marble, while Captain Vane looked down at him from the dais. Vane’s face was a mask of bureaucratic boredom, his eyes sliding over Elias as if he were a stain on the carpet. "You ask for a hearing," Vane said, his voice...

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