The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream began not with light, but with the weight of the stone in Elias’s hand, a cold and unyielding thing that felt less like a mineral and more like a solidified scream. He was seven years old, or perhaps he was old enough to remember being seven, for the distinction had blurred in the labyrinthine fog that swallowed the world beyond the garden wall. The air tasted of ozone and crushed...

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