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Chapter 23

           Then,Howcouldanyonebeevilenoughtodothistous?HeunderstoodmorethaneverthepassiontheGladersfeltforfindingtheirwayoutoftheMaze.Itwasn’tjustamatterofescape.Forthefirsttime,hefeltahungertogetrevengeonthepeopleresponsibleforsendinghimthere.

           Butthosethoughtsjustledbacktothehopelessnessthathadfilledhimsomanytimesalready.IfNewtandtheothershadn’tbeenabletosolvetheMazeaftertwoyearsofsearching,itseemedimpossibletherecouldactuallybeasolution.ThefactthattheGladershadn’tgivenupsaidmoreaboutthesepeoplethananythingelse.

           Andnowhewasoneofthem.

           Thisismylife,hethought.Livinginagiantmaze,surroundedbyhideousbeasts.Sadnessfilledhimlikeaheavypoison.Alby’sscreams,nowdistantbutstillaudible,onlymadeitworse.Hehadtosqueezehishandstohisearseverytimeheheardthem.

           Eventually,thedaydraggedtoaclose,andthesettingofthesunbroughtthenow-familiargrindingofthefourDoorsclosingforthenight.ThomashadnomemoryofhislifebeforetheBox,buthewaspositivehe’dfinishedtheworsttwenty-fourhoursofhisexistence.

           Justafterdark,Chuckbroughthimsomedinnerandabigglassofcoldwater.

           "Thanks,"Thomassaid,feelingaburstofwarmthforthekid.Hescoopedthebeefandnoodlesofftheplateasfastashisachingarmscouldmove."Isoneededthis,"hemumbledthroughahugebite.Hetookabigswigofhisdrink,thenwentbacktoattackingthefood.

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