MADELINE'S POV
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Green soft fields surround us as we walk beneath the scorching sun. The breeze is swift and cool against my skin, but it does little to stop the sweat from forming and sliding down my face, back and legs. The trees, tall and thick, lay before us, and my mouth is watering just to be able to walk underneath the shade they provide. The trees offer shelter from the sun from their big branches and leaves, and the sun is bright enough to make the shadows look a lot darker than they actually are. "I don't know where we're going, but is it necessary?" I inhale a short breath, glancing at Atlas, but he's already staring with a smug look on his face. "It's hot," I explain as another trickle of sweat runs down from my neck to in between my shoulder blades, soaking into my already
