The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The radio in my pocket buzzed like a dying fly. I ignored it. The wind on the ridge was not weather; it was a verdict. It stripped the heat from my coat and pressed against my chest, a physical weight that matched the order I had just defied. *No-go zone. Unstable terrain.* The words were bureaucratic, sterile, and they tasted like iron in my mouth. I was thirty-two years old, a border patrol...

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