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Chapter 42

           Makesureyouwritetheinfoontopsowecankeeptrackofwhat’swhat.Whenwe’redone,Ithinkwemightseesomething."

           "What"Minhobegan.

           "Justbloodykeepcutting,"Newtordered."IthinkIknowwherehe’sgoingwiththis."Thomaswasrelievedsomeonewasfinallygettingit.

           Theygottowork,tracingfromoriginalMapstowaxpaper,onebyone,tryingtokeepitcleanandcorrectwhilehurryingasfastaspossible.Thomasusedthesideofastrayslabofwoodasamakeshiftruler,keepinghislinesstraight.Soonhe’dcompletedfivemaps,thenfivemore.Theotherskeptthesamepace,workingfeverishly.

           AsThomasdrew,hestartedtofeelatickleofpanic,asickfeelingthatwhattheyweredoingwasacompletewasteoftime.ButTeresa,sittingnexttohim,wasastudyinconcentration,hertonguestickingoutthecornerofhermouthasshetracedlinesupanddown,sidetoside.Sheseemedwaymoreconfidentthattheyweredefinitelyontosomething.

           Boxbybox,sectionbysection,theycontinuedon.

           "I’vehadenough,"Newtfinallyannounced,breakingthequiet."Myfingersarebloodyburninglikeamother.Seeifit’sworking."

           Thomasputhismarkerdown,thenflexedhisfingers,hopinghe’dbeenrightaboutallthis."Okay,givemethelastfewdaysofeachsectionmakepilesalongthetable,inorderfromSectionOnetoSectionEight.Onehere"hepointedatanend"toEighthere."Hepointedattheotherend

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