Ed walked through the arch and glanced around.
“Pillars,” he said out loud.
He was in a giant room, seeming to stretch to infinity in every direction. The unseen ceiling was support by row after row of Doric columns. Periodically a free standing arch was placed in the middle of the avenues created by the columns.
Ed took a few steps deeper into the room and took his bearings. The room was very dimly lit, a perpetual twilight. Uniformity that disappeared in the misty distance. But what was that? A faint light from one direction?
Ed followed the imagined light. Imagined? Maybe not, for as he went it did grow brighter.
The word “labyrinth” entered his mind. He had once read that some people believe that the famed maze was just the normal infrastructure of the giant palace at Knossos. Greek slaves and servants, being from what was at the time a very backwards land, were totally lost and sent reports of the labyrinth back home.
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