The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The iron bars of the cell were cold against my shins, a chill that seeped through the leather of my greaves and settled deep in the marrow of my bones. I was forty years old, and in that time I had walked the corridors of the Order of the Golden Labyrinth until the stone had worn smooth beneath my feet, yet I had never known the texture of despair quite as it pressed against my chest in this...

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