The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I dreamt of the house again. It stood on a hill. The grass was green. Too green. It hummed. I woke with dust in my mouth. The air in the room was cold. I looked at my hands. They were old. They were not my hands. Or perhaps they were. I stood up. The floor creaked. I went to the window. The city below was grey. Smoke rose from the chimneys. London. Always London. But the house in my dream was...

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