The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The hand trembled. It was a small thing. A twitch in the knuckles. But it never stopped. Not when he slept. Not when he ran. The fingers curled like dry leaves in the wind. Elias sat on the tailgate. The engine idled. The dust settled on the hood. He looked at the hand. It was his hand. Or it had been. Now it was a cage. The skin was pale. The veins were dark. It did not belong to the man who...

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