The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The knee was bad. It clicked when I turned. A dry sound. Like a twig snapping under ice. I kept it hidden. I kept it soft. I walked with a limp I tried to erase. The carpet swallowed the sound. The carpet was thick. It was red. It smelled of dust and old money. I am a clerk. I sit at a desk. I move paper from one tray to another. I am small. I am quiet. My name is not important. Let us say I am...

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