The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The sky broke open. Not with rain. With gold. It fell like ash. It fell like honey. It smelled of burnt sugar and old blood. I stood in the field. The wheat was dead. The wind was dead. Only the gold moved. It pooled in my boots. It crept up my shins. I did not run. I knew what it was. We all did. I am a scholar. I study the old texts. The ones written in ink that never dries. The ones that...

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