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Chapter 31: The Maze (Of Death)

It’s not a particularly dangerous trap. More insulting than anything else. I step onto the floor, which immediately collapses underneath me, and I fall about ten feet into a pit. I take about a dozen points of damage when my ankle twists, and I say a quiet curse on the name of the designer who put this here. The others get me out in under a minute.

“No traps if you’re going the right way?” Petra asks, teasing me.

I frown. “From here on,” I say. “That one doesn’t count.”

“Uh huh,” she says.

I curse the designer again.