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Intro. The wind was blowing on the heights of Crete when the procession stopped in front of the entrance to the Labyrinth. The stone walls, immense and cold, seemed to swallow the daylight. It was said that Daedalus himself had designed this maze to enclose the creature born from the shame of King Minos: the Minotaur. At the center of the procession stood Eiréné, draped in a white tunic. She was just a young Athenian, chosen from among the seven virgins offered as tribute. Around her, the priests murmured invocations to the gods, but their voices trembled as much as the torches they brandished. Eirene felt fear coursing through her veins, cold and persistent. Yet she kept her head held high. To die crying would have been a second humiliation. The heavy doors opened with a dull rumble. A damp, dark breath escaped from the depths. The crowd backed away. She, no. She thought of Athens, of the sparkling sea, of the olive trees bathed in sunlight. Then she fr

Eiréné (The Sacrificed Virgin)

@Cyril