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"
I
do
n't
know
.
It
's
kind
of
hard
to
ask
a
dead
guy
what
he
did
wrong
.
"
Thomas
could
n't
stop
wondering
about
how
the
Grievers
'
enraged
cries
had
ended
as
they
fell
from
the
Cliff
,
and
how
he
had
n't
been
able
to
see
them
plummeting
to
their
deaths
.
There
was
something
very
strange
and
unsettling
about
it
.
"
Seems
like
they
disappeared
or
something
after
they
went
over
the
edge
.
"
"
Yeah
,
that
was
kinda
psycho
.
Couple
of
Gladers
had
a
theory
that
other
things
had
disappeared
,
but
we
proved
'em
wrong
.
Look
.
"
Thomas
watched
as
Minho
tossed
a
rock
over
the
Cliff
,
then
followed
its
path
with
his
eyes
.
Down
and
down
it
went
,
not
leaving
his
sight
until
it
grew
too
small
to
see
.
He
turned
back
toward
Minho
.
"
How
does
that
prove
them
wrong
?
"
Minho
shrugged
.
"
Well
,
the
rock
did
n't
disappear
,
now
,
did
it
?
"
"
Then
what
do
you
think
happened
?
"
There
was
something
significant
here
,
Thomas
could
feel
it
.
Minho
shrugged
again
.
"
Maybe
they
're
magic
.
My
head
hurts
too
much
to
think
about
it
.
"
With
a
jolt
,
all
thoughts
of
the
Cliff
were
forgotten
.
Thomas
remembered
Alby
.
"
We
have
to
get
back
.
"
Straining
,
he
forced
himself
to
get
to
his
feet
.
"
Got
ta
get
Alby
off
the
wall
.
"
Seeing
the
look
of
confusion
on
Minho
's
face
,
he
quickly
explained
what
he
'd
done
with
the
ropes
of
ivy
.
Minho
looked
down
,
his
eyes
dejected
.
"
No
way
he
's
still
alive
.
"
