The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was a corridor of polished steel and humming air. It stretched endlessly, white and sterile, smelling of ozone and old blood. Thomas walked. His boots struck the floor with a dull, rhythmic thud. He did not look up. He did not look down. He only moved forward. The walls were lined with glass doors. Behind each door sat a figure, head bowed, hands folded. They did not speak. They did...

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