The Golden Maze
The town of Oakhaven did not have a clock tower, but it had a rhythm. It was a rhythm of soil and rust, of steam rising from the manure pits and the hiss of the old locomotive that brought the mail. I was the Keeper of the Boundary. It was a title that sounded grand to the children, but to the adults, I was simply the one who walked the lines. The lines were not drawn on a map. They were drawn...
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