Transcription: Ariadne paced through the halls of her father's palace. Buried in her thoughts, she did not look up, not even when the occasional slave passed on the late errand. She often walked this way through the palace, oblivious to everything around her, sometimes talking things through with herself out loud. The palace was large and these days mostly empty. When people passed, the echoes they raised ran through the halls quickly as if eager to hide themselves in the larger silence. In parts of the palace, dust piled thickly, the air, bone dry, barely stirred. The friezes on the walls had all faded, her ...
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