The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The rain had stopped. It stopped abruptly. Like a held breath released. Elias stood in the yard. He held the branch. It was thick. It was heavy. It was a living thing. A branch from the old oak. The tree that had watched the mill for a century. The tree that had watched him fail. His hands were rough. They were stained. The sap was drying. It felt like blood. It felt like memory. He looked at...

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