With “Nightbird” playing in her ears, she walked the center’s labyrinth. Like a record skipping, a broken lyric echoed in her mind—walk away, walk away, walk away… The police had already tried to find her sister, failed, and given up. Jeremy was her only hope, her last hope, and he had said no and walked away. She reached the labyrinth’s center, then turned on her heel and started to walk it back to the beginning. The labyrinth wasn’t very big or fancy, only a painted stone circle. At first glance, it appeared as if there were a hundred lines, dozens of paths, twisting and turning and doubling
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