The Golden Maze
I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, the dream already dissolving like sugar in a cold stream, leaving behind only the heavy, leaden weight of what I had forgotten. I was standing in the middle of a vast, gray expanse that stretched out before me, a landscape of cracked earth and twisted iron fences that marked the boundaries of a world that no longer existed, or perhaps had...
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