The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The stone hall of Oakhaven smelled of damp wool and stale incense, a scent that had clung to Sir Aldric’s chainmail for three days, the air thick with the unspoken weight of a verdict that had already been written in the ledgers of the Bishop before he had even opened his mouth to speak. He stood before the High Council, his gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of his sword, the steel cold...

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