There's an ancient labyrinth below NYC. You have to run this gauntlet of mind-bending terror to escape the isle. There was a minotaur.
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Half of the chronicle of my little European odyssey. (the other half)
The existence of this blog in no way, shape, or form guarantees regular updates -
any lack of regular update-itude does not necessarily indicate my kidnapping, incarceration, or spontaneous combustion.
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