The Golden Maze
The departure was not a single event but a slow, agonizing erosion, beginning at the threshold where the gravel path met the dark, wet hem of the forest, and it was here that Elara Vance, a woman whose life had been a meticulous catalog of others’ secrets, stood watching the rain dissolve the boundary between her estate and the encroaching void, her mind already half-gone into the labyrinthine...
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