The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The truck smelled of diesel and old sweat. I drove north. The highway stretched out like a grey ribbon, flat and endless. My hands shook on the wheel. Not from fear. From hunger. I was a man who made things. Or used to. Now I carried them. Crates of spices. Saffron. Sumac. Star anise. The air in the cab was thick with scent. It was a heavy blanket. It smothered me. I loved it. I hated it. It...

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