The Golden Maze
Ying Liang stood in the mud of the drained community pool, the water long since pumped out to feed the district’s failing crops, and watched the dust settle over his forty-year-old hands. He remembered the wager, the gilded promise of the Old King’s court, a place that felt less like a palace and more like a sealed lung, full of stale air and the weight of expectation. He had agreed to conquer...
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