The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The letter sat on the steel table, the paper thin as onion skin. It bore the seal of the Department of Corrections, a crisp black eagle that looked less like a bird and more like a broken wing. You read it twice. The diagnosis was terminal. The prognosis was weeks. Your son, David, was dying in a hospital bed in Phoenix while you stood in the dry heat of Sector Four, twenty years into a job...

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