The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The bread sat on the counter. It was a dense, dark loaf, baked from rye and molasses, smelling of earth and iron. Arthur stared at it. The crust was hard. The crumb was tight. It did not invite him. It waited. Arthur worked in the basement of the town hall. He was a clerk. His job was to count paper. He counted permits, he counted tax forms, he counted the petitions for noise complaints. The...

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