The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The wind is eating the roof, Elias. I heard you say that before the door slammed shut, before the storm swallowed the rest of your words. You always spoke as if the weather were a debt we owed and couldn’t pay. I am thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last ten years watching the border lines from this stone keep, counting the days until the freeze, counting the coins in the tin box,...

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