"Did you travel many mazes when you were younger?" Edmund asked, curious. His father didn't have a maze, but they did have the garden paths- those weren't nearly as tall or easy to get lost in, though. He smiled as he looked back at her. "I'm glad, too. We'll find our way out of here, I promise."
They approached a t-intersection and began to slow. "Do you want to pick the direction to keep turning?"
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