The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The bread is warm. It smells of yeast and iron. You hold it in your hands. It burns. You do not let go. The heat is a living thing. It bites into your palms. You feel the crust crack under your nails. A small tear. A drop of oil falls on your shirt. It soaks in. It is a stain. It will not wash out. You know this. You have seen it before. The bread is golden. It is the only gold left. The rest...

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