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Chapter 13

           "What?"

           WordsslowlyfellfromChuck,inbetweenhisgaspsforbreath."Ben...Ben...heisn’t...dead."

           AllsignsoffatiguecatapultedoutofThomas’ssystem.HejumpeduptostandnosetonosewithChuck."What?"

           "He...isn’tdead.Baggerswenttogethim...arrowmissedhisbrain...Med-jackspatchedhimup."

           Thomasturnedawaytostareintotheforestwherethesickboyhadattackedhimjustthenightbefore."Yougottabekidding.Isawhim...."Hewasn’tdead?Thomasdidn’tknowwhathefeltmoststrongly:confusion,relief,fearthathe’dbeattackedagain...

           "Well,sodidI,"Chucksaid."He’slockedupintheSlammer,ahugebandagecoveringhalfhishead."

           ThomasspuntofaceChuckagain."TheSlammer?Whatdoyoumean?"

           "TheSlammer.It’sourjailonthenorthsideoftheHomestead."Chuckpointedinthatdirection."Theythrewhiminitsofast,theMed-jackshadtopatchhimupinthere."

           Thomasrubbedhiseyes.Guiltconsumedhimwhenherealizedhowhetrulyfelthe’dbeenrelievedthatBenwasdead,thathedidn’thavetoworryaboutfacinghimagain."Sowhataretheygonnadowithhim?"

           "AlreadyhadaGatheringoftheKeepersthismorningmadeaunanimousdecisionbythesoundsofit.LookslikeBen’llbewishingthatarrowhadfoundahomeinsidehisshuckbrainafterall."

           Thomassquinted,confusedbywhatChuckhadsaid."Whatareyoutalkingabout?"

           "He’sbeingBanished.Tonight,fortryingtokillyou."

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