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The exhaustion of my new life helps me fall asleep almost instantly when I curl up in my sleeping bag near Newt and Alby. Thomas is off next to Chuck a short distance away.
A dream immediately attacks me. I'm running through hallways, paths in a building I don't recognize. Fire is pursuing me, the smoke billowing as it races in my path.
And yet... I don't think it's hunting me. Instead, it's following me, pursuing me like we are partners, like it has given itself to me. I laugh as I run, even as the heat starts to nip at the back of my legs.
Around me, the building burns.
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Good Grief (TMR fic)
FanfictionThey had never had someone like Ash. They had never had a pyromaniac. They had never had someone with a mind that understood the Maze. They had never had someone who could get them out. As We Watch the World Burn book one, The Maze Runner [book]...
