The Golden Maze
The letter was heavy for its size, a thick rectangle of parchment that felt less like paper and more like a slab of dried leather, and you held it in your left hand while your right gripped the hilt of your sword, the metal cold against your palm despite the humid air that seemed to cling to your skin like a second layer of clothing. You had walked for three days from the garrison at Blackwood,...
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