The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The air in the Labyrinth tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to wash away. I walked with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who has forgotten how to be light, my boots striking the mossy stones with a rhythm that echoed back to me, distorted and hollow. Here, in the heart of the shifting maze, time did not move in lines but in circles,...

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