The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I dreamt of gold. It was not the bright, sharp gold of coins. It was the dull, heavy gold of old lead. It coated the inside of my mouth. It clung to my teeth. I woke with the taste of metal. My tongue felt thick. My jaw ached. The room was gray. The light was thin. I am a soldier. Or I was. The war is over. The men are gone. I am in the city now. I work for the Bureau. It is a place of paper....

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