The Golden Maze
The wire ran through the valley like a vein of black iron, humming with a low, constant tension that Elara felt in her teeth before she even saw the glint of the fence in the mist. It was a boundary, a hard line drawn across the soft, breathing earth, and she had spent the last six months walking it, checking for gaps, listening for the snap of a twig, waiting for the enemy to break through....
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