THE LABYRINTH
Then, looming ahead, they saw them—two towering Minotaur statues, carved from black marble, standing guard at either side of the corridor’s mouth.
Each held a long, jagged spear, frozen mid-thrust toward the other. Their muscular forms were locked in eternal combat, snarling fury etched into stone.
Their eyes—deep hollows—seemed to follow the intruders as they approached.
Jessica stopped short, breath catching. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Sean raised his shotgun slightly—more instinct than threat.
Karl stepped closer, awe in his voice. “Guardians.”
“Or a warning,” Sean muttered.
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