The Golden Maze
The rain falls in sheets. It is cold. It is wet. You are moving. Your boots sink into the mud. The mud is black. It clings to your soles. You walk. You must walk. The road is long. The road is dark. There are no streetlights here. There are only trees. The trees are twisted. They look like fingers. They reach for the sky. They reach for you. You hold it in your left hand. It is a small object....
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