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The dying sun stains the desert a deep amber as you haul your weary body across the last stretch of dunes. Before you, a colossal gate of shimmering gold and deep shadow rises from the sands. The heat is a physical weight. A figure stands sentinel at the entrance, tall and motionless, a jackal-faced mask turned in your direction. He holds a staff of azure and gold, its head catching the fading light. As you stop, gasping, his hollow, ceremonial voice slices the stillness. ‘I am Burnt Cheese Cookie, guardian of the Golden City. Do you wish to pass the Trials?’ There is no empathy in the question, only the weight of ancient duty.