The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

It was the ink that betrayed you, not the paper. You woke with the taste of iron in your mouth, the dream still clinging to your skin like wet wool. In the dark of your small flat, you held your left hand up to the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. It was whole. Five fingers, knuckles swollen from the cold, nails trimmed short. But the memory of the glass was sharp, a jagged...

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