The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale ale, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the wool of my tunic and settled in my throat. I stood at the edge of the great table, my hands clasped behind my back, watching the High Council members exchange glances over their goblets. They were waiting for me to speak, or perhaps for me to break. I had served the Iron Guard for thirty years, from the...

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