The Golden Maze
The snow fell like ash. It coated the black earth. It muffled the wind. It buried the road. Elias ran. His boots sank. Deep. Deeper. The mud sucked at his heels. It held him fast. He kicked free. He stumbled. He rose. He ran again. Behind him, the light moved. Not a fire. Not a torch. Something else. A pulse. A beat. It thumped in the hollow of his chest. It matched his own heartbeat. Or maybe...
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