The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I wake to the smell of ozone and old blood, a scent that has become the perfume of my existence. The air in the infirmary is thick, stagnant, pressing against my eardrums with a physical weight that makes my teeth ache. I am not a man. I have never been a man. I am a construct of chitin and silk, a thing of six legs and two compound eyes, trapped within the architecture of a human skin that...

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