The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The seal cracked. It did not shatter. It peeled. A thin, brittle skin of red wax, worn smooth by years of thumb and time, lifting away from the parchment beneath. I held it in my hand. The air smelled of dust and old ink. I was walking. I do not know where I started. The road was gray. The sky was gray. I was a soldier. I had no name. Only the rank. Major. The insignia was tarnished. I wore a...

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