The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The silk tore at the shoulder. It was a sound like a bone snapping. I stood in the center of the ballroom. The floor was marble. It was cold. The music played. It was a waltz. I did not move. My mother was watching. Her eyes were hard. She held a glass of wine. The wine was red. It looked like blood. I looked at the mirror. I saw my face. It was pale. It was smooth. It was not a human face. I...

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