The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fever burns in your blood. It is a golden fire. It eats the flesh of your lungs. You walk. The walls close in. Stone. Cold. Damp. The air is thick. It tastes of rot. It tastes of iron. You are a prisoner. You are a ghost. You are a man. Your name is Elias. You do not remember your mother’s face. You only remember her hands. They were strong. They were warm. They held the bowl. The bowl was...

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