The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The obsidian floor of the throne room did not reflect the light; it swallowed it. Sir Aldric stood alone in the center of the vast, circular chamber, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. He was thirty-two years old, his armor dented from the long march north, but his hands were steady as he gripped the hilt of his sword. The Golden Maze breathed. It was a slow, rhythmic pulse, a...

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