The Golden Maze
The elevator doors close on you with a sound like a heavy eyelid shutting, a final, mechanical blink that seals you into the ascending shaft where the air grows thin and tastes of ozone and old dust. You are not alone, but the other passengers are not quite there, their faces blurred by the humming vibration of the cables, their bodies translucent as if they are made of the same static that...
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