The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind howls through the gaps in the stone. You are cold. Your hands shake. Not from the chill. From the fear. The fear is a living thing. It eats your bones. You hold the key. It is heavy. It is gold. It smells of rust and old blood. You have carried it for forty years. Forty years of rain. Forty years of silence. You are the Warden. You are the gate. You are the lock. The door is before...

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