The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream always began with the sound of steam hissing against iron, a sharp, white exhalation that seemed to carry the weight of the city’s collective guilt. I woke in my cell, the stone floor damp and cold against my spine, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and old blood. It was the year of the Great Silence, though I did not know that name then. I knew only the grey light that...

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