The murder had no witnesses, at least honest ones, and he wasn't good enough to fight Krampous and live. The maze was the last choice, the only choice. 855Please respect copyright.PENANAxbl0BhaOJT
The tall gate to the maze loomed above him. He understood now why they called it the Weeping Gate. The wails of his mother and younger sisters reached him. Aris hung his head low on his chest, refusing to turn around. He would accept this fate without fear or crying. He would face it bravely even if it meant his end.855Please respect copyright.PENANAmi5WHbzrHG
The Constable said something, most likely about the accusations against him. The guard nearest to him, grabbed him by the arm, while the other unlocked the chains. "Don't try anything with me, pretty boy."855Please respect copyright.PENANANhAbltwoI8
He had no desire to respond. Once unshackled, the Weeping Gate opened. He was unceremoniously thrown through the narrow opening onto the cold, hard earth. He stared a moment at the supplies given. He quickly bound the armor over his tattered linen tunic, tied the sword around his waist, looped the rope around his shoulders, and grabbed the haversack of food before disappearing into the overgrown path, not once looking back.855Please respect copyright.PENANA5YC4v1yjr2
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