The Golden Maze
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the garden into a mirror of the sky, reflecting the heavy, leaden clouds that seemed to press down on the roof of the house. You stood at the window, your hand resting on the cold glass, watching the water run in rivulets down the pane, distorting the view of the oak tree that stood solitary in the yard. Your body...
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