The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mud on my boots had dried into a crust of grey clay, hard as stone. I stood before the High Steward’s door, the iron knocker cold under my fingers. I knocked until the skin split, the blood mixing with the dust on the wood. The door opened. Steward Aldric did not look at my face. He looked at the floor, at the blood, and then back at me with a bored indifference that cut deeper than any...

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