MAZE: Run From the Dark

STORY The cold stone walls of the maze loomed high, suffocating and silent. A single flickering torch in my hand cast a weak, trembling light, barely enough to illuminate the twisting path ahead. I couldn’t remember how long I’d been here, only that I had been walking these same narrow corridors, hearing the same eerie whispers echoing from unseen corners, over and over. After what felt like h…