The sweaty lips of a desperate man blew a cold silver whistle.. It was my cue to enter. All I heard was my blood pumping through and around my body. It missed a beat as I took a step.
The maze was the only way to gain freedom and leave the camp.
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The Maze
AdventureAs I stood there.. The cold concert walls intimidate me blocking out all light and soul to be seen. The green rotten moss and mould caught my eyes as yet again I stood there. It was the maze. Yes, the terrifying maze with rumours spreading through t...
