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Chapter 22

           "Aretheremoreofthem?Didwejustkillthemall?"

           Minhosnorted."Somehowwemadeittosunrise,orwewould’vehadtenmoreonourbuttsbeforelong."Heshiftedhisbody,wincingandgroaning."Ican’tbelieveit.Seriously.Wemadeitthroughthewholenightneverbeendonebefore."

           Thomasknewheshouldfeelproud,brave,something.Butallhefeltwastiredandrelieved."Whatdidwedodifferently?"

           "Idon’tknow.It’skindofhardtoaskadeadguywhathedidwrong."

           Thomascouldn’tstopwonderingabouthowtheGrievers’enragedcrieshadendedastheyfellfromtheCliff,andhowhehadn’tbeenabletoseethemplummetingtotheirdeaths.Therewassomethingverystrangeandunsettlingaboutit."Seemsliketheydisappearedorsomethingaftertheywentovertheedge."

           "Yeah,thatwaskindapsycho.CoupleofGladershadatheorythatotherthingshaddisappeared,butweproved’emwrong.Look."

           ThomaswatchedasMinhotossedarockovertheCliff,thenfolloweditspathwithhiseyes.Downanddownitwent,notleavinghissightuntilitgrewtoosmalltosee.HeturnedbacktowardMinho."Howdoesthatprovethemwrong?"

           Minhoshrugged."Well,therockdidn’tdisappear,now,didit?"

           "Thenwhatdoyouthinkhappened?"Therewassomethingsignificanthere,Thomascouldfeelit.

           Minhoshruggedagain."Maybethey’remagic.Myheadhurtstoomuchtothinkaboutit."

           Withajolt,allthoughtsoftheCliffwereforgotten.ThomasrememberedAlby."Wehavetogetback."

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