Corridor of Portraits

Corridor of Portraits

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A corridor, its walls covered with portraits, stretches ahead of you. Some areas are lit up artistically, others frighteningly dark. Indecision grips you for a moment, but you must go on. You came here for answers, and you will get them. (A/N: Currently editing, so new chapters may pop up all over the place and poems may change suddenly. You have been warned.)
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A feeling of comfort washed over me as his arms repeated my action, pulling me closer to his chest. "Of course, I got completely tangled up in all the ivy. Snapped my leg in three different places and landed hard on the floor." He stated, trying to make me feel better by joking about it. It didn't work. I inhaled deeply and hugged him tighter. "I thought that was it, that I was gone, but Minho found me somehow. He picked me up and took me back to the glade. We never told anyone what really happened." I looked up at him, his gaze meeting my own, "But, I have something to live for now and I'm not going to take any chances to lose it." #1 on thomasbrodiesangster #1 on thomassangster #1 on tmr #1 on glade #1 on newtfanfic #1 on themaze

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