Lorimar found the replica of a labyrinth in an old store, off on some side street that he’d discovered when he was lost on vacation. He’d gone in to ask for directions and then fallen in love with the small wooden carving.

The old man behind the counter had practically given it to Lorimar, telling him that the labyrinth had been waiting for him for years. Practically given it away, mind you. Destiny or not, the labyrinth had a price.

It wasn’t until that night, when the dreams began, that Lorimar began to think that he should’ve argued that price down a bit further