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Chapter 37

           Andhecouldn’tbelievehowsadhefelthewantedtokeeptalkingtoher.ButIjustmether,hethought.Idon’tevenknowher.Yetheknewthatwasn’ttrue.Healreadyfeltaclosenessthatcouldonlyhavecomefromknowingherbeforethememory-wipedexistenceoftheGlade.

           Comeseeme,shesaidinhismind.

           Hedidn’tknowhowtodoit,howtotalktoherlikethat.Buthetriedanyway.

           Iwill.Atleastyou’llbesafeinthere.

           Shedidn’trespond.

           Teresa?

           Nothing.

           Thenextthirtyminuteswereaneruptionofmassconfusion.

           Thoughtherehadbeennodiscerniblechangeinthelightsincethesunandblueskyhadn’tappearedthatmorning,itstillfeltlikeadarknessspreadovertheGlade.AsNewtandAlbygatheredtheKeepersandputtheminchargeofmakingassignmentsandgettingtheirgroupsinsidetheHomesteadwithinthehour,Thomasfeltlikenothingmorethanaspectator,notsurehowhecouldhelp.

           TheBuilderswithouttheirleader,Gally,whowasstillmissingwereorderedtoputupbarricadesateachopenDoor;theyobeyed,althoughThomasknewtherewasn’tenoughtimeandthereweren’tmaterialstodomuchgood.ItalmostseemedtohimasiftheKeeperswantedpeoplebusy,wantedtodelaytheinevitablepanicattacks.ThomashelpedastheBuildersgatheredeverylooseitemtheycouldfindandpiledtheminthegaps,nailingthingstogetherasbesttheycould.Itlookeduglyandpatheticandscaredhimtodeathnowaythat’dkeeptheGrieversout.

           AsThomasworked,hecaughtglimpsesoftheotherjobsgoingonacrosstheGlade.

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