The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The sky tore open. It was not a storm. It was a wound. You remember the sound, a low hum that vibrated in your teeth, in the marrow of your bones. Then the light. It was white, so pure it erased the color of the world. You were in the square with Elias. He was holding your hand. His grip was tight. Desperate. You looked up. The street was gone. The buildings were gone. The people were gone....

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