ACT III SCENE LII
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CASSANDRA opened the door and stepped through, expecting to see technologically advanced torture machines inside. Instead, she found a single wooden chair set in the middle of a small beige room. It looked oddly quaint, especially with the whiteboard that hung on the opposite wall. Next to it was a slim brunette woman dressed in green scrubs and a white lab coat. She had an angular jaw that looked like it was made to cut glass and stormy grey eyes with thin lips.
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Fanfiction⸻ ( Minho ) The gods play their games; mortals pay their price. ( the maze runner ) • 2020 ( editing )