The Golden Maze
The road to the valley is a ribbon of grey dust that unravels in the rain, and you walk it with the heavy, deliberate tread of a man who has forgotten how to be light. You are carrying a box. It is not large, but it is dense with a silence that presses against your palms, and within its wooden ribs lies the only mirror that has ever told you the truth. You are a man of the law, or so the badge...
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