The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The road is wet. You walk. Your feet sink into the mud. The city looms. It is a city of stone and shadow. The air smells of rain and old iron. You are not human. You know this. The townspeople know it. They do not speak. They point. The mud clings to your skin. It dries. It cracks. You are a boundary. You are the path. You are the edge of the world. You have walked for days. The road is your...

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