The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I dreamed of the road. It was not paved. It was not dirt. It was bone. White and porous. It stretched under a sky the color of bruised slate. I walked. My feet did not bleed. They did not tire. I had forgotten the weight of my legs. I had forgotten the taste of water. I had forgotten my name. I held the stone. It was warm. It pulsed against my palm like a second heart. It was gold. Not the dull...

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