jordan leaves the man to his despair the words rattling around in his head no queen he knows that of course but sometimes he allows himself the smallest flicker of hope that maybe there is a heart to this place some core chamber where the bloated insectile monarch might sit vulnerable and waiting but no it is all the same just the endless maze and ants and tunnels unnumbered minds meaningless in themselves but together a being that dwarfs him that if it wished to end his suffering could do so without a gesture he turns the wrong corner and the ants are upon him once
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