“The labyrinth,” I said, echoing her words. I knew what one was, of course, having heard of the legends of the King’s infamous labyrinth at the palace in Ineburn City. A twisted maze of rose bushes meant to make it impossible to find the correct path to the palace; it served as protection for the royals tucked safely within. Only a select few knew the way through the path. “I’ll cut it down if I must, to find my way through.” “It isn’t the maze itself that you should fear,” Nila said, shaking her head sadly. “It’s the Minotaur who calls it home. I can’t remember the last time someone came out
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