The Golden Maze
You dream of the house not as it is, but as it was in the age before the iron rails and the electric hum. It stands on the cliff edge, a monolith of grey stone that seems less built than grown, its foundations sinking into the wet earth like roots seeking water. The architecture is complex, a labyrinth of corridors and hidden chambers, a structure that defies the geometry of the waking world....
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