Chapter 32

           MinhowokeThomasbeforedawn,motioningwithaflashlighttofollowhimbacktotheHomestead.Thomaseasilyshookoffhismorninggrogginess,excitedtobeginhistraining.Hecrawledoutfromunderhisblanketandeagerlyfollowedhisteacher,windinghiswaythroughthecrowdofGladerswhosleptonthelawn,theirsnorestheonlysigntheyweren’tdead.TheslightestglowofearlymorningilluminatedtheGlade,turningeverythingdarkblueandshadowed.Thomashadneverseentheplacelooksopeaceful.AcockcrowedintheBloodHouse.

           Finally,inacrookedcrannynearabackcorneroftheHomestead,Minhopulledoutakeyandopenedupashabbydoorleadingtoasmallstoragecloset.Thomasfeltashiverofanticipation,wonderingwhatwasinside.HecaughtglimpsesofropesandchainsandotheroddsandendsasMinho’sflashlightcrisscrossedthecloset.Eventually,itfellonanopenboxfullofrunningshoes.Thomasalmostlaughed,itseemedsoordinary.

           "Thatrightthere’sthenumberonesupplyweget,"Minhoannounced."Atleastforus.TheysendnewonesintheBoxeverysooften.Ifwehadbadshoes,we’dhavefeetthatlooklikefreakingMars."Hebentoverandrummagedthroughthepile."Whatsizeyouwear?"

           "Size?"Thomasthoughtforasecond."I...don’tknow."Itwassooddsometimeswhathecouldandcouldn’tremember.Hereacheddownandpulledoffashoehe’dwornsincecomingtotheGladeandtookalookinside."Eleven."

           "Geez,shank,yougotbigfeet."Minhostoodupholdingapairofsleeksilverones.

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