The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The bread is cold. You press it against your cheek. The crust is hard, brittle as the bones of a man who has not slept in three days. You are Elias Thorne. You are a baker. You are a prisoner. The wall is stone. The air smells of damp moss and old iron. You do not look up. You do not look at the guard. You do not look at the door. You look only at the loaf in your hands. It is the last one. It...

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