The Golden Maze
"You built it wrong," said the boy. He stood in the dust. His hands were small. They trembled. The man looked at the boy. The man was old. His back was bent. He wore a coat of grey wool. It was stained with grease. "I built it to the spec," the man said. "Spec is a lie," the boy said. "Look at the angles. They are not right. The light will not bend. The maze will not hold." The man felt a cold...
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