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Short Fiction
Heather McDougal

To the Mistress of the Labyrinth Give Honey

Finding the entrance to the labyrinth is easy; you think you’ve hidden it well, but you’re fooling yourself. I slip in while you’re sleeping, pacing out the first long sweep, that outer lane, full of car brands and the girls you’ve known. This part is always cluttered but still interesting to me.

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