The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

My hands were shaking as I tightened the last bolt on the gate, the metal biting into my palms, the smell of wet concrete and rotting lilies filling the sealed antechamber. I was thirty-two, a veteran of the Iron Guard, and I stood before Kael, the man who had taught me how to hold a line, now accused of breaking it. The walls of the Citadel, ancient and rule-bound, began to weep a thick,...

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