He wandered the maze for so long that he lost the counting of time. He thought it might have been years. Every twist and turn of the passages brought him only deeper into the heart of the fiendish maze, with the exit always just out of sight.
But today, he found an old piece of thread. It led him down a path that he didn’t recognize, and he followed it to a set of stairs leading up and out of the maze.
The old man hesitated on the threshold. He could no longer remember. Was he Theseus or the Minotaur?

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