The Golden Maze
Yan Lin stood at the edge of the moss-covered lava field, the wind stripping the last heat from his skin. He looked back at the border post, a small wooden box on the hill, and then at the golden trees that had swallowed the road. Three days ago, he had been a man with a name and a rank. Now he was a man with a leaf in his hand. The institution had already written his file. They called it...
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