We pull each other up. We face the labyrinth. There’s a swirl of black-and-gray clouds directly above it. I take a deep breath and stretch my aching muscles. No power, no recoil. Rishi takes my dagger, and I sling the mace over my shoulder. I’m not the encantrix everyone thought I would be. Right now, I’m just a girl, and there is also magic in that.
