The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream began with the walls. They were not stone. They were gold. I woke in the corridor. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. I knew where I was. I did not know how I had gotten there. The hallway stretched out before me, infinite and bright. The floor was polished brass. It reflected my face back at me. I looked tired. I looked small. I was a clerk. That was my name in the waking world....

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