The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

Elias. The name was spoken by the King, a low rasp that scraped against the silence of the obsidian hall. You stood before the throne, the scalpel heavy in your hand, its weight a familiar anchor against the trembling of your wrists. King Aldric sat slumped, his chest a hollow drum, his skin the color of wet ash. The wasting sickness had taken his hands first, then his voice, leaving only this...

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