The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wall came down. Dust. Chalk. Silence. Then the screaming. I stood in the center of the Grand Hall. The ceiling was gone. Or maybe just the paint. It was white. Bright. Blinding. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I looked at you. You were bleeding. "Run," I said. My voice sounded like it came from someone else. Someone old. Someone dead. "We can't," you said. Your voice was steady....

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