ACT II SCENE XLII
LICYMNIUS
WHEN DAWN broke over the thin horizon, it brought the heat along with it and the sunbeams crept across her skin. The sweat running down her entire body made the stitch in her leg itch something awful. Her hate for the sun could rival its own fiery depths.
It had probably been three hours since they started from the rocky outcrop and the black speck in the distance grew larger on the horizon. She was convinced that it looked like a building of some sort, maybe they would actually find shelter and it made her want to walk a tiny bit faster to reach it. Minho stopped them for a break another hour later before continuing again.
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APOTHEOSIS
أدب الهواة⸻ ( Minho ) The gods play their games; mortals pay their price. ( the maze runner ) • 2020 ( editing )