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Chapter 18

           Hepulledthelifelessbodyontohisbackandpushedwithhislegs,gruntingwiththeeffort.

           Butitwastoomuch.Thomascollapsedforwardontohisface;Albysprawledtothesidewithaloudflump.

           ThefrighteningsoundsoftheGrieversgrewcloserbythesecond,echoingoffthestonewallsoftheMaze.Thomasthoughthecouldseebrightflashesoflightfaraway,bouncingoffthenightsky.Hedidn’twanttomeetthesourceofthoselights,thosesounds.

           Tryinganewapproach,hegrabbedAlby’sarmsagainandstarteddragginghimalongtheground.Hecouldn’tbelievehowheavytheboywas,andittookonlytenfeetorsoforThomastorealizethatitjustwasn’tgoingtowork.Wherewouldhetakehim,anyway?

           HepushedandpulledAlbybackovertothecrackthatmarkedtheentrancetotheGlade,andproppedhimoncemoreintoasittingposition,leaningagainstthestonewall.

           Thomassatbackagainstithimself,pantingfromexertion,thinking.AshelookedintothedarkrecessesoftheMaze,hesearchedhismindforasolution.Hecouldhardlyseeanything,andheknew,despitewhatMinhohadsaid,thatit’dbestupidtorunevenifhecouldcarryAlby.Notonlywastherethechanceofgettinglost,hecouldactuallyfindhimselfrunningtowardtheGrieversinsteadofawayfromthem.

           Hethoughtofthewall,theivy.Minhohadn’texplained,buthehadmadeitsoundasifclimbingthewallswasimpossible.Still...

           Aplanformedinhismind.ItalldependedontheunknownabilitiesoftheGrievers,butitwasthebestthinghecouldcomeupwith.

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