The Golden Maze
The dream began not with the waking of the mind but with the settling of the dust in the lungs of the earth, a slow, granular suffocation that I felt before I could even name the town of Oakhaven, before I could remember the precise weight of the tools hanging in my workshop, before I could recall the face of the woman who had once been the center of my gravity and was now only a shadow moving...
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