The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The ink bled into the paper like a wound that wouldn’t close. Thomas sat at the desk. The desk was oak. It smelled of dust and old decisions. Outside, the war raged. Not here. Not yet. But the news tickers on the wall flashed red. Red. Always red. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. He pressed them flat against the wood. The wood was cold. "Again," he said. His voice sounded thin. A...

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