The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

I write this from the counting room, where the dust settles in layers thicker than the snow outside. The smoke season has sealed the windows, and the air tastes of ash and old wood. I am Rehema Warsame, and I am twelve years old, but my hands feel older, worn down by the iron gates I fought against three days ago. I need to tell you what happened before the memory fades, before the Master’s...

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