The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

You tell yourself that the wool is merely a material, a heavy, rust-colored thing that smells of lanolin and damp earth, but you know, with a certainty that feels like a bruise deep in the chest, that it is a skin you have shed and now cannot quite let go of, the sweater hanging on the back of the oak chair in the center of the room, its sleeves dangling like the limp arms of a man who has...

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