The Golden Maze
The Golden Chalice sat in the center of the long oak table, a vessel of such blinding radiance that it seemed to burn a hole in the shadows of the Great Hall. Elias, twelve years old and trembling, held the rim with both hands, his knuckles white against the warm metal. He wanted only to drink, to swallow the liquid gold that promised to stop the blood from filling his mother’s lungs, but the...
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