The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

You wake up in the hallway. The floor is cold. Your feet are bare. The wood has worn smooth under generations of shuffling. You know this house. It is your body. It is the only thing you have left. The walls are peeling. Yellow paint curls like dead skin. You touch the plaster. It crumbles. You are here. You are always here. The door at the end of the hall is closed. It was closed when you...

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