Labyrinth

So how would she get across?

And if she did manage to span the gap, she’d have to make sure that she landed on the rectangles on the other side, as well.

Annja shook her head. Damn, Fairclough, you didn’t make this easy, did you?

She glanced overhead, wondering if perhaps he’d left a rope hanging down that she could use to swing across the divide.

No such luck.

She sighed. This was getting tiresome. Annja would have preferred a simpler maze.

Hell, she thought, even facing a minotaur would have been preferable.

She knelt at the lip of the gap and peered into the chasm. The sword cast light only so far, but Annja thought she could see what looked like tips of spears jutting up at an angle, ready to impale those unlucky enough to fail the jump.

Punji sticks, she thought. Just like she’d seen in the jungles of Southeast Asia before.

But there had to be a way across. There had to be. Fairclough wouldn’t have made it impossible.

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