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Chapter 41

           "Yeah,this’dbeagreatfreakingtimetogiveup.Whatthe"

           "I’msorryjusttellmewhathappened."Thomasleanedovertheshoulderofaskinnyboystandinginfrontofhimtogetalookatthebodyontheground.

           ItwasAlby,flatonhisback,ahugegashonhisforehead.Bloodseepeddownbothsidesofhishead,someintohiseyes,crustingthere.Newtwascleaningitwithawetrag,gingerly,askingquestionsinawhispertoolowtohear.Thomas,concernedforAlbydespitehisrecentill-temperedways,turnedbacktoMinhoandrepeatedhisquestion.

           "Winstonfoundhimouthere,halfdead,theMapRoomblazing.Someshanksgotinthereandputitout,butwaytoolate.Allthetrunksareburnedtoafreakingcrisp.IsuspectedAlbyatfirst,butwhoeverdiditslammedhisshuckheadagainstthetableyoucanseewhere.It’snasty."

           "Whodoyouthinkdidit?"ThomaswashesitanttotellhimaboutthepossiblediscoveryheandTeresahadmade.WithnoMaps,thepointwasmoot.

           "MaybeGallybeforeheshowedupintheHomesteadandwentpsycho?MaybetheGrievers?Idon’tknow,andIdon’tcare.Doesn’tmatter."

           Thomaswassurprisedatthesuddenchangeofheart."Nowwho’stheonegivingup?"

           Minho’sheadsnappedupsoquickly,Thomastookastepbackward.Therewasaflashofangerthere,butitquicklymeltedintoanoddexpressionofsurpriseorconfusion."That’snotwhatImeant,shank."

           Thomasnarrowedhiseyesincuriosity."Whatdid"

           "Justshutyourholefornow.

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