A Maze

(I want to play a game with this piece. This entire piece alludes to a book, and I want to see if anyone know it. There are lots of things that differ between the book and this piece, but if you have read it, you will know. Leave a comment with your guess, unless you are @The_Contranym, who I know has read the book several times.)

I'm lost in a maze.

I look up,

The tall walls stretching,

Far above me.

How do I get out?

There are endless directions to turn.

Down some,

There are horrors,

I never could have imagined.

Down some,

The things I've always wished for,

But at a horrible cost.

The thin line of the sky,

Lets little light,

Into my prison.

Every way I go,

Looks just like,

Every other.

At times I hear calling.

It sounds like my friends,

But they aren't calling,

For a friend,

Because they aren't real.

I take a step,

Turning left,

Following the left wall.

Is this the left wall,

I started with?

I know,

That in every maze,

Where the walls are connected,

The left wall,

Will lead you out.

But I don't know,

If they are connected.

Cold surrounds me,

And dirt covers the ground.

I keep walking,

Following the wall,

Hoping to any god there is,

That I will find my way out.

Hours pass.

The sliver of light,

That came from the top of the maze,

Grows faint.

Before I know it,

It is dark.

I can see nothing.

I feel only the freezing stone wall,

Under my numbing fingers.

It begins to be difficult,

To stay awake.

I see my numb body,

Falling to the ground,

From outside myself.

I look dead.

A glow comes around the nearest left,

A girl.

Her corporeal prescence,

Would have made me feel cold,

If I were alive enough,

To feel it.

"I'm Harriet."

She holds her pale,

Translucent hand out,

And I reach my hand out,

To shake hers.

My hand is slightly less translucent,

Than hers.

"You are halfway dead. But I can help you."

I see my body stirring;

And I breathe in,

From it,

And me,

At the same time.

"You will live, if you promise to find my brother."

I began to feel my fingers,

From the body,

I did not entirely,

Inhabit.

I promise.

The eyes of my body open,

And I am back inside it.

"Take the seventh right. That will lead you out."

And she fades away slowly,

Like the moonlight,

As the sky turns to day.

I rise,

Warmth replacing the cold,

In my hands.

The seventh.

Find the seventh.