The Golden Maze
Notice to Warden Priddy, M. J., regarding the absence of your brother, E. Priddy, from the Threshold perimeter. The file is open. The clock is running. The air in the reclamation yard tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Mildred’s throat before she even saw the golden light bleeding through the rusted corrugated iron of the shed. It was the second fine week of...
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