The Golden Maze
Aldric! The shout came from the throne room, sharp and grating against the stone, a sound that seemed to crack the air before the words fully formed. King Edward sat upon the high seat, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference, his fingers drumming a rhythm on the armrest that matched the slow, terrible ticking of the curse in Aldric’s bones. Aldric stood before him, his armor clinking with...
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