The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I woke with dirt under my nails. It was thick. Red. Like clay from the riverbank. I rubbed it on my sleeve. It didn’t come off. The room was cold. The wallpaper peeling. Yellowed. Like old teeth. I looked at my hands. They were small. They were mine. But they felt wrong. Too soft. Too clean, despite the stain. "Up," said a voice. I didn’t open my eyes. I knew it was Mara. She always came at...

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