“How long until we reach the exit?” asked Benen after what felt like hours. Despite their continued right turns, they’d run across no further doors. Benen was hungry, and tired, and vaguely horny. His needs did have a habit of stacking up after a long night at work, and it definitely felt like he’d spent a long night—maybe even two—at work stuck here in this maze.
“It won’t open up for us while we still have animosity toward each other,” said Gus. He let out a long sigh. “As I mentioned, the purpose is to facilitate peaceful coexistence and to solve deep interpersonal problems. The magic knows when we’ve done enough.” He spread his arms, indicating the corridor. “And apparently, we have not done enough.”
“What the hell does it want?” asked Benen, more to himself than Gus, then looked at
