The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wire snapped. Silence followed. Then the scream. It tore through the air like a hook. Elias did not flinch. He held the pliers tight. His knuckles were white. The copper strands hung limp. Dead. He looked at the gate. It was open. The path beyond was black. Not night black. Void black. He had built this fence. For thirty years. Loop after loop. Tension after tension. Every strand precise....

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