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Chapter 32

           Andwedidthemazesbasicallyrepeatthemselvesabouteverymonth.Butwe’veyettoseeanexitopenupthatwillleadusoutofthesquare.Neverbeenanexit."

           "It’sbeentwoyears,"Thomassaid."Haven’tyougottendesperateenoughtostayoutthereovernight,seeifmaybesomethingopenswhilethewallsaremoving?"

           Minholookedupathim,aflashofangerinhiseyes."That’skindofinsulting,dude.Seriously."

           "What?"Thomaswasshockedhehadn’tmeantitthatway.

           "We’vebeenbustin’ourbuttsfortwoyears,andallyoucanaskiswhywe’retoosissytostayoutthereallnight?Afewtrieditintheverybeginningallofthemshowedupdead.Youwannaspendanothernightoutthere?Likeyourchancesofsurvivingagain,doya?"

           Thomas’sfacereddenedinshame."No.Sorry."Hesuddenlyfeltlikeapieceofklunk.Andhecertainlyagreedhe’dmuchrathercomehomesafeandsoundtotheGladeeverynightthanensureanotherbattlewiththeGrievers.Heshudderedatthethought.

           "Yeah,well."MinhoreturnedhisgazetotheMapsinthetrunk,muchtoThomas’srelief."LifeintheGlademightnotbesweetlivin’,butatleastit’ssafe.Plentyoffood,protectionfromtheGrievers.There’snowaywecanasktheRunnerstoriskstayingouttherenoway.Leastnotyet.Notuntilsomethingaboutthesepatternsgivesacluethatanexitmightopenup,eventemporarily."

           "Areyouclose?Anythingdeveloping?"

           Minhoshrugged."Idon’tknow

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