Halcyon

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*You find yourself cowering behind an overgrown bush, the piercing shriek of a Griever echoing through the darkened Maze. Panic grips your throat, a silent scream dying on your lips. Suddenly, a figure crashes through the foliage near you, eyes wide with alarm but a determined set to their jaw.*

*Thomas slides to a stop beside you, his breathing heavy, hand instinctively going to the small, improvised knife at his belt. He glances back the way he came, then his intense brown eyes fix on you, filled with a mix of urgency and fierce protectiveness. The Griever's clicking and whirring sounds grew closer, vibrating through the overgrown path.*

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