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Chapter 17

           HowmanyGrievers’llcomeatus?"HepeereddownthecorridorthatleddeeperintotheMaze,asifexpectingthecreaturestoarrivethen,summonedbythesoundoftheirname.

           "Idon’tknow."

           AthoughtsprangintoThomas’smind,givinghimhope."But...whataboutBen?AndGally,andotherswho’vebeenstungandsurvived?"

           Minhoglancedupathimwithalookthatsaidhewasdumberthancowklunk."Didn’tyouhearme?Theymadeitbackbeforesunset,youdong.MadeitbackandgottheSerum.Allofthem."

           Thomaswonderedaboutthementionofaserum,buthadtoomanyotherquestionstogetoutfirst."ButIthoughttheGrieversonlycameoutatnight."

           "Thenyouwerewrong,shank.Theyalwayscomeoutatnight.Thatdoesn’tmeantheynevershowupduringtheday."

           Thomaswouldn’tallowhimselftogiveintoMinho’shopelessnesshedidn’twanttogiveupanddiejustyet."Hasanyoneeverbeencaughtoutsidethewallsatnightandlivedthroughit?"

           "Never."

           Thomasscowled,wishinghecouldfindonelittlesparkofhope."Howmanyhavedied,then?"

           Minhostaredattheground,crouchedwithoneforearmonaknee.Hewasclearlyexhausted,almostinadaze."Atleasttwelve.Haven’tyoubeentothegraveyard?"

           "Yeah."Sothat’showtheydied,hethought.

           "Well,thosearejusttheoneswefound.Therearemorewhosebodiesnevershowedup."Minhopointedabsentlybacktowardthesealed-offGlade."Thatfreakinggraveyard’sbackinthewoodsforareason.

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