The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

You dream of soup. Thick. Creamy. It is the color of old bone. You smell it before you wake. Garlic. Thyme. The smell is heavy. It sits on your tongue. You wake up in the apartment. The walls are thin. You hear the man next door. He is shouting. It is always shouting. The city is loud. New York. It does not sleep. It never sleeps. You sit up. The sheets are tangled. Your legs are heavy. You are...

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