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Chapter 9

           Thenot-so-veiledaccusationsthrownathimonlyafewminutesbeforeprovedthattheotherssuspectedsomething,too,butwhat?Hewasalreadycompletelyconfusedbeingblamedforthingsonlymadehimfeelworse.Asifreadinghisthoughts,Albywalkedoverandgrabbedhimbytheshoulder.

           "Youain’tneverseenherbefore?"heasked.

           Thomashesitatedbeforeheanswered."Not...no,notthatIremember."Hehopedhisshakyvoicedidn’tbetrayhisdoubts.Whatifhedidknowhersomehow?Whatwouldthatmean?

           "You’resure?"Newtprodded,standingrightbehindAlby.

           "I...no,Idon’tthinkso.Whyareyougrillingmelikethis?"AllThomaswantedrightthenwasfornighttofall,sohecouldbealone,gotosleep.

           Albyshookhishead,thenturnedbacktoNewt,releasinghisgriponThomas’sshoulder."Something’swhacked.CallaGathering."

           HesaiditquietlyenoughthatThomasdidn’tthinkanyoneelseheard,butitsoundedominous.ThentheleaderandNewtwalkedoff,andThomaswasrelievedtoseeChuckcominghisway.

           "Chuck,what’saGathering?"

           Helookedproudtoknowtheanswer."It’swhentheKeepersmeettheyonlycallonewhensomethingweirdorterriblehappens."

           "Well,Iguesstodayfitsbothofthosecategoriesprettywell."Thomas’sstomachrumbled,interruptinghisthoughts."Ididn’tfinishmybreakfastcanwegetsomethingsomewhere?I’mstarving."

           Chucklookedupathim,hiseyebrowsraised."Seeingthatchickwigoutmadeyouhungry?YoumustbemorepsychothanIthought.

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