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ACT I SCENE V CASSANDRA
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NEWT USUALLY never had dreams during his entire time in the Glade or he couldn't remember any of them upon awakening. But that night, he dreamt of Cassandra. Her voice was soft but unmistakeable, humming a song that seemed eerily familiar. It reminded him of that day, when he first gazed into the abyss of the Maze and felt the crushing weight of despair settle at the bottom of his chest.
He pushed himself up on an elbow and peered around the dark room, over the still sleeping figures of the boys surrounding him. Her blanket laid strewn on the floor where she was supposed to be and his eyes searched the room in bewilderment. He spotted the hem of her skirt on the other side of the bed and felt every follicle of hair on his body stand on end.
