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Chapter 42

           Silently,theydidasheasked,sortingthroughwhatthey’dtraceduntileightlowstacksofwaxpaperlinedthetable.

           Jitteryandnervous,Thomaspickeduponepagefromeachpile,makingsuretheywereallfromthesameday,keepingtheminorder.HethenlaidthemoneontopoftheothersothateachdrawingoftheMazematchedthesamedayaboveitandbelowit,untilhewaslookingateightdifferentsectionsoftheMazeatonce.Whathesawamazedhim.Almostmagically,likeapicturecomingintofocus,animagedeveloped.Teresaletoutasmallgasp.

           Linescrossedeachother,upanddown,somuchsothatwhatThomasheldinhishandslookedlikeacheckeredgrid.Butcertainlinesinthemiddlelinesthathappenedtoappearmoreoftenthananyothermadeaslightlydarkerimagethantherest.Itwassubtle,butitwas,withoutadoubt,there.

           SittingintheexactcenterofthepagewastheletterF.

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