The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I dreamt of the city as a vast, breathing organism of ink and parchment, where the streets were not asphalt but lines of script so dense they formed a labyrinthine maze that stretched from the cobblestones of the old quarter to the glass spires of the modern district. I was walking, but I had no feet, only a faint, trailing smear of graphite that dissolved into the air behind me with every step...

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