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Chapter 16

           "That’swhywecan’tgoout.Wecan’taffordtomakethingsbloodyworsethantheyalreadyare."

           HeputhishandonThomas’sshoulder,thenletitslumptohisside.TearsmoistenedNewt’seyes,andThomaswassurethatevenwithinthedarkchamberofmemoriesthatwerelockedaway,outofhisreach,he’dneverseensomeonelooksosad.ThegrowingdarknessoftwilightwasaperfectfitforhowgrimthingsfelttoThomas.

           "TheDoorscloseintwominutes,"Newtsaid,astatementsosuccinctandfinalitseemedtohangintheairlikeaburialshroudcaughtinapuffofwind.Thenhewalkedaway,hunchedover,quiet.

           ThomasshookhisheadandlookedbackintotheMaze.HebarelyknewAlbyandMinho.Buthischestachedatthethoughtofthemoutthere,killedbythehorrendouscreaturehe’dseenthroughthewindowhisfirstmorningintheGlade.

           Aloudboomsoundedfromalldirections,startlingThomasoutofhisthoughts.Thencamethecrunching,grindingsoundofstoneagainststone.TheDoorswereclosingforthenight.

           Therightwallrumbledacrosstheground,spittingdirtandrocksasitmoved.Theverticalrowofconnectingrods,somanytheyseemedtoreachtheskyfarabove,slidtowardtheircorrespondingholesontheleftwall,readytosealshutuntilthemorning.Onceagain,Thomaslookedinaweatthemassivemovingwallitdefiedanysenseofphysics.Itseemedimpossible.

           Thenaflickerofmovementtotheleftcaughthiseyes.

           SomethingstirredinsidetheMaze,downthelongcorridorinfrontofhim.

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