I could smell spices carried by steam. They wafted through the metal grate. It couldn’t be far from here, and I was almost at my destination.
I had heard about a labyrinth under the palace. Those who went in never came out. But one had emerged and his life was made anew. I intended to be the second.
One more right turn, and then a left and I’d be at my destination; under the grate dripping gold.
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