The Golden Maze
"You missed the turn," said the boy, his voice a jagged shard of glass in the humid air. "You’re in the wrong section." I stood frozen on the cracked asphalt of the village square, the midday sun beating down on the back of my neck. The heat was a physical weight, pressing the breath out of the small crowd that had gathered. Around me, the townspeople of Oakhaven stood in a loose, trembling...
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