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Chapter 2

           Thescratchy-voicedboywastalking."evendothatmuch,betmyliveronit."Thomasstillcouldn’tseehisface.

           "Isaidshutyourholes!"thedarkboyyelled."Keepyappingandnextbreak’llbecutinhalf!"

           Thatmustbetheirleader,Thomasrealized.Hatinghoweveryonegawkedathim,heconcentratedonstudyingtheplacetheboyhadcalledtheGlade.

           Thefloorofthecourtyardlookedlikeitwasmadeofhugestoneblocks,manyofthemcrackedandfilledwithlonggrassesandweeds.Anodd,dilapidatedwoodenbuildingnearoneofthecornersofthesquarecontrastedgreatlywiththegraystone.Afewtreessurroundedit,theirrootslikegnarledhandsdiggingintotherockfloorforfood.AnothercornerofthecompoundheldgardensfromwherehewasstandingThomasrecognizedcorn,tomatoplants,fruittrees.

           Acrossthecourtyardfromtherestoodwoodenpensholdingsheepandpigsandcows.Alargegroveoftreesfilledthefinalcorner;theclosestoneslookedcrippledandclosetodying.Theskyoverheadwascloudlessandblue,butThomascouldseenosignofthesundespitethebrightnessoftheday.Thecreepingshadowsofthewallsdidn’trevealthetimeordirectionitcouldbeearlymorningorlateafternoon.Ashebreathedindeeply,tryingtosettlehisnerves,amixtureofsmellsbombardedhim.Freshlyturneddirt,manure,pine,somethingrottenandsomethingsweet.Somehowheknewthatthesewerethesmellsofafarm.

           Thomaslookedbackathiscaptors,feelingawkwardbutdesperatetoaskquestions.Captors,hethought.

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