Chapter 34

           Thomasawoketoaweak,lifelesslight.Hisfirstthoughtwasthathemust’vegottenupearlierthanusual,thatdawnwasstillanhouraway.Butthenheheardtheshouts.Andthenhelookedup,throughtheleafycanopyofbranches.

           Theskywasadullslabofgraynotthenaturalpalelightofmorning.

           Hejumpedtohisfeet,puthishandonthewalltosteadyhimselfashecranedhisnecktogawktowardtheheavens.Therewasnoblue,noblack,nostars,nopurplishfanofacreepingdawn.Thesky,everylastinchofit,wasslategray.Colorlessanddead.

           Helookeddownathiswatchitwasafullhourpasthismandatorywakingtime.Thebrillianceofthesunshould’veawakenedhimhaddonesoeasilysincehe’darrivedattheGlade.Butnottoday.

           Heglancedupwardagain,halfexpectingittohavechangedbacktonormal.Butitwasallgray.Notcloudy,nottwilight,nottheearlyminutesofdawn.Justgray.

           Thesunhaddisappeared.

           ThomasfoundmostoftheGladersstandingneartheentrancetotheBox,pointingatthedeadsky,everyonetalkingatonce.Basedonthetime,breakfastshould’vealreadybeenserved,peopleshouldbeworking.Buttherewassomethingaboutthelargestobjectinthesolarsystemvanishingthattendedtodisruptnormalschedules.

           Intruth,asThomassilentlywatchedthecommotion,hedidn’tfeelnearlyaspanickedorfrightenedashisinstinctstoldhimheoughttobe.Anditsurprisedhimthatsomanyoftheotherslookedlikelostchicksthrownfromthecoop.Itwas,infact,ridiculous.

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