A single, strained breath.

That was the last fresh breath you ever took.

The icy sea breeze at your back.
It whipped you, lashed you.
Whispered to you, hugged you.
It begged you to stay.

Why didn't you stay?

You stood there, in the doorway of the Edifice.

Behind, the cold, roiling ocean.

Ahead, the inky darkness of the Labyrinth.

The air wafted over you like the musty breath of some great beast.

And then,

You were inside.

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