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Chapter 57

           HejusthopedtheGladershadturnedtheirattentionfrommakingtheaisleintheMazetokeepingthecreaturesawayfromtheCliff.

           "Okay,"TeresasaidThomasknewshewastoosmarttowastetimearguingaboutit.Shesteppeduptothekeyboardandscreen,thenstartedtyping.

           Wait!Thomascalledtohermind.Areyousureyouknowthewords?

           Sheturnedtohimandscowled."I’mnotanidiot,Tom.Yes,I’mperfectlycapableofremembering"

           Aloudbangfromaboveandbehindthemcutheroff,madeThomasjump.HespunaroundtoseeaGrieverplopthroughtheGrieverHole,appearingasifbymagicfromthedarksquareofblack.Thethinghadretracteditsspikesandarmstoenterwhenitlandedwithasquishythump,adozensharpandnastyobjectspoppedbackout,lookingdeadlierthanever.

           ThomaspushedChuckbehindhimandfacedthecreature,holdingouthisspearasifthatwouldwarditoff."Justkeeptyping,Teresa!"heyelled.

           AskinnymetallicrodburstoutoftheGriever’smoistskin,unfoldingintoalongappendagewiththreespinningblades,whichmoveddirectlytowardThomas’sface.

           Hegrippedtheendofhisspearwithbothhands,squeezingtightlyasheloweredtheknife-lacedpointtothegroundinfrontofhim.Thebladedarmmovedwithintwofeet,readytoslicehisskintobits.Whenitwasjustafootaway,Thomastensedhismusclesandswungthespearup,around,andtowardtheceilingashardashecould.

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