Chapter 57

           AlineoficycoldshotacrossThomas’sskinasheenteredtheGrieverHole,startingfromhistoesandcontinuinguphiswholebody,asifhe’djumpedthroughaflatplaneoffreezingwater.Theworldwentevendarkeraroundhimashisfeetthumpedtoalandingonaslipperysurface,thenshotoutfromunderhim;hefellbackwardintoTeresa’sarms.SheandChuckhelpedhimstand.ItwasamiracleThomashadn’tstabbedsomeone’seyeoutwithhisspear.

           TheGrieverHolewould’vebeenpitch-blackifnotforthebeamofTeresa’sflashlightcuttingthroughthedarkness.AsThomasgothisbearings,herealizedtheywerestandinginaten-foot-highstonecylinder.Itwasdamp,andcoveredinshiny,grimyoil,anditstretchedoutinfrontofthemfordozensofyardsbeforeitfadedintodarkness.ThomaspeeredupattheHolethroughwhichthey’dcomeitlookedlikeasquarewindowintoadeep,starlessspace.

           "Thecomputer’soverthere,"Teresasaid,grabbinghisattention.

           Severalfeetdownthetunnel,shehadaimedherlightatasmallsquareofgrimyglassthatshoneadullgreencolor.Beneathit,akeyboardwassetintothewall,anglingoutenoughforsomeonetotypeonitwitheaseifstanding.Thereitwas,readyforthecode.Thomascouldn’thelpthinkingitseemedtooeasy,toogoodtobetrue.

           "Putthewordsin!"Chuckyelled,slappingThomasontheshoulder."Hurry!"

           ThomasmotionedforTeresatodoit."ChuckandI’llkeepwatch,makesureaGrieverdoesn’tcomethroughtheHole."

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