The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The bread was not bread, not in the way that any man or woman in the village of Oakhaven had ever known it to be, for it was a living thing, a pale and pulsating mass that breathed with the slow, rhythmic heave of a sleeping child, and it sat upon the rough-hewn table in the center of the stone cellar, wrapped in linen that wept a faint, golden sap which smelled of burnt honey and old rain. I...

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