The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The count had reached four days when the light in the fen turned the color of old honey. Sir Aldric stood in the center of the first ring, his sword raised, the blade dull and heavy as a piece of driftwood. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that spoke of too many winters in armor. The Golden Maze was not a metaphor; it was a thing of living metal, twisted...

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