Last night I sat on the cold stones of the labyrinth and waited. I had not moved since randomly sitting down where the PSA-ers had been, and in their absence I had done nothing but close my eyes and kneed my fingers in the sand. The Earth, remembering the morning's rain, had slowly begun to leach the heat from my body, and I shivered. I opened my
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