The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I dreamt of roots. Not the tangled, brown knuckles of oak, but something golden. Veins of light pulsing beneath the soil. I woke with my mouth dry, tasting copper. The ceiling above me was peeling, yellowed by decades of smoke and neglect. I lay still. My body felt heavy, leaden, as if gravity had decided to take a personal interest in my bones. I am a soldier. Or I was. The distinction has...

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