The Golden Maze
Thorne! Move the prisoner! The shout cracked through the mud like a whip, snapping Elias Thorne’s attention from the trembling in his sword arm. He stood in the breach of the town gate, the year 1347 pressing down on him with the weight of wet wool and iron. His breath came in ragged gasps, tasting of copper and the rotting straw that lined the ditch. Before him, bound by the wrists and gagged...
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