The Labyrinth of Lonely Souls
25. A Direction I
There is no sign either way to suggest which path is the right one, or which has already been taken. Ken touches the walls. They are stone and cold, just like everywhere else.
He's surprised he can sweat when it's so cold.
It must be the torch he's carrying all too close.
He closes his eyes, then opens them. He searches for a clue. He finds nothing. Just two spreads of darkness.
He has to choose one.
Right, he decides finally. Doesn't everyone always say to follow the right hand rule if you're lost in a maze?
He goes right.
He hopes there's something there. Or someone.