The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The mist clung to the valley like a shroud. It smelled of wet iron and rot. Silas woke with a gasp. His lungs burned. The dream was there. Always there. A maze of gold wire. It glowed in the dark. He touched the bars. They were cold. They did not hurt. He was not trapped. He was free. He had been free for years. He sat up. The room was small. The walls were thin. The neighbor’s television...

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