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Chapter 61

           Hefeltsucharagingstormofconflictingemotions,hecouldn’tidentifyanyofthem.Stillitwasbetterthanthedullvoidhe’dexperiencedearlier.Hecouldonlysitandstareoutthewindowintotherainandblackness,ponderingwordslikeFlareandsicknessandexperimentandScorchandWICKED.Hecouldonlysitandhopethatthingsmightbebetternowthanthey’dbeenintheMaze.

           Butashejiggledandswayedwiththemovementsofthebus,feltTeresa’sheadthumpagainsthisshouldereveryonceinawhilewhentheyhitbigbumps,heardherstirandfallbacktosleep,heardthemurmursofotherconversationsfromotherGladers,histhoughtskeptreturningtoonething.

           Chuck.

           Twohourslater,thebusstopped.

           Theyhadpulledintoamuddyparkinglotthatsurroundedanondescriptbuildingwithseveralrowsofwindows.Thewomanandotherrescuersshuffledthenineteenboysandonegirlthroughthefrontdoorandupaflightofstairs,thenintoahugedormitorywithaseriesofbunkbedslinedupalongoneofthewalls.Ontheoppositesideweresomedressersandtables.Curtain-coveredwindowscheckeredeachwalloftheroom.

           Thomastookitallinwithadistantandmutedwonderhewasfarpastbeingsurprisedorovercomebyanythingeveragain.

           Theplacewasfullofcolor.Brightyellowpaint,redblankets,greencurtains.AfterthedrabgraynessoftheGlade,itwasasifthey’dbeentransportedtoalivingrainbow.Seeingitall,seeingthebedsandthedressers,allmadeupandfreshthesenseofnormalcywasalmostoverwhelming

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