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ACT III SCENE LVIII ATHAMAS
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CASSANDRA FELT her soul and essence, every molecule that constituted her being, escape through a vacuum in space to leave her insides desolate. Newt. Her best friend. He'd been at her side ever since the first day she arrived in the Glade. Even if she had seen the signs early, agonised about them, she still refused to believe it.
"Cass, Tommy, slim yourselves," Newt told them.
Cassandra let out the painful breath she'd been holding. What was it that they had branded him with? The Glue? It was true; Newt had always been the one holding them together. He was their voice of reason, he knew all the right things to say.
