The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The fire started in the mill. It started at dawn. You were there. You saw the smoke. It curled from the chimney like a black ribbon. It wrapped around the town. It choked the light. You held the loom. It was heavy. Iron and wood. Your hands were calloused. They were stained. The dye was in your skin. It was under your nails. It was in your blood. The smoke was thick. It tasted of ash. It tasted...

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