The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The dream was always the same. A corridor of white stone. The air tasted of copper and old dust. Elias stood at the end of it, holding a key that did not fit any lock. He knew, with the bone-deep certainty of a man who has buried his own heart, that he was the intruder. He was the error in the code. He woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. The facility hummed. It was a low, subsonic thrum...

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