The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The needle was stuck in the fabric of my sleeve, and I had to pull it free with my teeth before I could tie the laces of my boots. The morning air smelled of damp wool and the sour, metallic tang of the iron gate as I pushed it open, the sound sharp and final in the silence. I was twelve, and I had decided the night before that I would not wait for the elders to tell me what was true about my...

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