Gone.
Mother, Father, Brother. Sisters, Coyote, Old Snake.
They blew away.
Carrion lords, sunken lands, swallowed suns.
The maze was built of memories. Skall had thought those gone when it built
the first Sensorium, long before fools built a cult around it. The Lady had
somehow reconstructed them, and made them into a prison.
Very well. The key was in them somewhere. Skall had time.