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Chapter 7

           Thetreesgrewthickeranddenserthefartherbackinthecornertheywent,morealiveandfullofleaves.Darkshadowsfilledthedepthsofthewoodedarea,despitethetimeofday.Thomaslookedup,squintingtoseethatthesunwasfinallyvisible,thoughitlookedoddmoreorangethanitshouldbe.Ithithimthatthiswasyetanotherexampleoftheoddselectivememoryinhismind.

           HereturnedhisgazetotheDeadheads,aglowingdiskstillfloatinginhisvision.Blinkingtoclearitaway,hesuddenlycaughttheredlightsagain,flickeringandskitteringaboutdeepinthedarknessofthewoods.Whatarethosethings?hewondered,irritatedthatAlbyhadn’tansweredhimearlier.Thesecrecywasveryannoying.

           Albystoppedwalking,andThomaswassurprisedtoseethey’dreachedtheSouthDoor;thetwowallsbracketingtheexittoweredabovethem.Thethickslabsofgraystonewerecrackedandcoveredinivy,asancientasanythingThomascouldimagine.Hecranedhisnecktoseethetopofthewallsfarabove;hismindspunwiththeoddsensationthathewaslookingdown,notup.Hestaggeredbackastep,awedonceagainbythestructureofhisnewhome,thenfinallyreturnedhisattentiontoAlby,whohadhisbacktotheexit.

           "Outthere’stheMaze."Albyjabbedathumboverhisshoulder,thenpaused.Thomasstaredinthatdirection,throughthegapinthewallsthatservedasanexitfromtheGlade.Thecorridorsouttherelookedmuchthesameastheoneshe’dseenfromthewindowbytheEastDoorearlythatmorning.

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