The Golden Maze
The dream did not wake me so much as it swallowed me, pulling the breath from my lungs in a long, slow exhalation that tasted of iron and old dust, until I found myself standing in a place that was not a place at all but a vast, breathing architecture of gold and shadow, where the walls were not built but grown, like the ribs of some colossal, slumbering beast whose heartbeat I could feel...
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