The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

You are walking. The path is narrow. The grass is high. It touches your knees. You do not look down. You look at the sky. The sky is gray. The wind is cold. It cuts your face. You feel it. You are old. Your joints ache. Your lungs burn. You breathe in. You breathe out. The rhythm is slow. It is steady. You are a scholar. You have spent your life in libraries. You have smelled dust and old...

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