The Golden Maze
You have to understand that the silence in the high walls of Dunmore was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, breathing thing that pressed against the eardrums like deep water, and when I first heard the scratching of the beetles in the oak casing, I did not know that the sound would become the only truth I had left in a world that had decided I was a monster, because the beetles were dying,...
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