The Golden Maze
The weight of the chain was forty-two pounds, a figure the clerk had etched into the ledger with a stylus that dug too deep into the parchment. Sir Kaelen felt the number in his bones before the metal touched his skin, a cold arithmetic of his own captivity. He stood in the High Court, the air thick with the smell of tallow and old sweat, while King Alaric spoke words that sounded like the...
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