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Chapter 21

           "Idon’tgetit,"hewhispered,notknowingifMinhocouldevenhearhim.

           "Careful,"theRunnerreplied."Youwouldn’tbethefirstshanktofallofftheCliff."HegrabbedThomas’sshoulder."Didyouforgetsomething?"HenoddedbacktowardtheinsideoftheMaze.

           ThomasrememberedhearingthewordCliffbefore,butcouldn’tplaceitatthemoment.Seeingthevast,openskyinfrontofandbelowhimhadputhimintosomekindofhypnotizedstupor.HeshookhimselfbacktorealityandturnedtofacetheoncomingGrievers.Theywerenowonlydozensofyardsaway,singlefile,charginginwithavengeance,movingsurprisinglyfast.

           Everythingclicked,then,evenbeforeMinhoexplainedwhattheyweregoingtodo.

           "Thesethingsmaybevicious,"Minhosaid,"butthey’redumbasdirt.Standhere,closetome,facing"

           Thomascuthimoff."Iknow.I’mready."

           Theyshuffledtheirfeetuntiltheystoodscruncheduptogetherinfrontofthedrop-offattheverymiddleofthecorridor,facingtheGrievers.TheirheelswereonlyinchesfromtheedgeoftheCliffbehindthem,nothingbutairwaitingafterthat.

           Theonlythingleftforthemwascourage.

           "Weneedtobeinsync!"Minhoyelled,almostdrownedoutbytheearsplittingsoundsofthethunderingspikesrollingalongthestone."Onmymark!"

           WhytheGrievershadlinedupsinglefilewasamystery.MaybetheMazeprovedjustnarrowenoughtomakeitawkwardforthemtotravelsidebyside.

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