The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The road was mud. Thick, black, sucking at our boots. We walked. I walked. You walked. The air smelled of wet wool and woodsmoke. It was midday, but the sky was grey. A heavy, low ceiling of cloud. We carried nothing. We needed nothing. Only the path. Only the next step. "Keep up," you said. Your voice was low. Rough. Like gravel under a shoe. "I am keeping up," I said. I did not look at you. I...

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