The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The pen hovered over the ledger, the nib scratching a thin, black line into the paper as I watched the ink bleed slightly into the grain. I was thirty-four years old, and my hands, once trained to hold a rifle steady in the mud, now trembled only when I tried to sign for wages that would not cover the rent. The smell of the bank office hit me before I saw the room: a sharp, chemical scent of...

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