The labyrinth was dirty, constricting. The smell of wet and rotted vines littered the air, making his tentative hands twitch and curlwith desperation. How he wished to be free again! To feel the glaciers melt into springs and witness the stars turn themselvesover and over again under his fingertips.
-Grace Curley
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