As I wandered through the maze on my way home, I was having trouble keeping ahead of the patrolling stoneguard. I clenched my spray bottle of circuit disruptor liquid in my hand, one finger straight out, ready to squeeze down should anything come too close. Several times, only my reflexes saved me.
One touch– that was all it took– one touch and I would be dead– so dead. Super dead. Nobody would ever find me again– that kind of dead. I took a deep breath as I approached the end of the labyrinth. The split went four ways– three wide hallways and a simple double-door-sized doorway. No doors. Read the rest of this entry »
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