The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The boots. They are heavy. Leather. Worn. I look at them. They are mine. Or they were. Now they are part of the floor. Part of the wall. Part of the air. I am in a cell. It is small. It is gray. It is cold. The air tastes of iron. And rust. And old sweat. I sit on the stone. My hands are bare. My nails are short. They are dirty. I look at my hands. They are shaking. Why are they shaking? I do...

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