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Chapter 17

           MinholookeddownathishandsclaspedtoThomas’sshirtandshamewashedacrosshisface.Slowly,heletgoandbackedaway.Thomasstraightenedhisclothesdefiantly.

           "Ah,man,ohman,"Minhowhispered,thencrumpledtotheground,buryinghisfaceinclenchedfists."I’veneverbeenthisscaredbefore,dude.Notlikethis."

           Thomaswantedtosaysomething,tellhimtogrowup,tellhimtothink,tellhimtoexplaineverythingheknew.Something!

           Heopenedhismouthtospeak,butcloseditquicklywhenheheardthenoise.Minho’sheadpoppedup;helookeddownoneofthedarkenedstonecorridors.Thomasfelthisownbreathquicken.

           ItcamefromdeepwithintheMaze,alow,hauntingsound.Aconstantwhirringthathadametallicringeveryfewseconds,likesharpknivesrubbingagainsteachother.Itgrewlouderbythesecond,andthenaseriesofeerieclicksjoinedin.Thomasthoughtoflongfingernailstappingagainstglass.Ahollowmoanfilledtheair,andthensomethingthatsoundedliketheclankingofchains.

           Allofit,together,washorrifying,andthesmallamountofcourageThomashadgatheredbegantoslipaway.

           Minhostood,hisfacebarelyvisibleinthedyinglight.Butwhenhespoke,Thomasimaginedhiseyeswidewithterror."Wehavetosplitupit’souronlychance.Justkeepmoving.Don’tstopmoving!"

           Andthenheturnedandran,disappearinginseconds,swallowedbytheMazeanddarkness.

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