The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The feast was loud. It was too loud. Margaret stood at the edge of the table, her hands trembling. The wine was red. It looked like blood. It looked like life. She watched Thomas. He sat at the head. He smiled. The smile was wide. It was white. It was sharp. It cut the air. The guests laughed. They clinked glasses. The sound was glass. It was brittle. It was cold. Margaret felt the weight of...

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