The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

"Cut it." The sound was sharp. A snap of leather. Then the silence. "Cut it, Thomas." I looked up. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From the cold. The stone floor of the refectory was freezing. It seeped through my boots. It seeped through my soul. Brother Julian stood by the table. He held a shears. They were gold. Dull gold. Old gold. They did not gleam. They absorbed light. They were...

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