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"
Then
let
's
go
runnin
'
.
"
They
went
through
the
West
Door
into
Section
Eight
and
made
their
way
down
several
corridors
,
Thomas
right
beside
Minho
as
he
turned
right
and
left
without
seeming
to
think
about
it
,
running
all
the
while
.
The
early-morning
light
had
a
sharp
sheen
about
it
,
making
everything
look
bright
and
crisp
--
the
ivy
,
the
cracked
walls
,
the
stone
blocks
of
the
ground
.
Though
the
sun
had
a
few
hours
before
hitting
the
noon
spot
up
above
,
there
was
plenty
of
light
to
see
by
.
Thomas
kept
up
with
Minho
as
best
he
could
,
having
to
sprint
every
once
in
a
while
to
catch
back
up
.
They
finally
made
it
to
a
rectangular
cut
in
a
long
wall
to
the
north
that
looked
like
a
doorway
without
a
door
.
Minho
ran
straight
through
it
without
stopping
.
"
This
leads
from
Section
Eight
--
the
middle
left
square
--
to
Section
One
--
the
top
left
square
.
Like
I
said
,
this
passage
is
always
in
the
same
spot
,
but
the
route
here
might
be
a
little
different
because
of
the
walls
rearranging
themselves
.
"
Thomas
followed
him
,
surprised
at
how
heavy
his
breaths
had
already
become
.
He
hoped
it
was
only
jitters
,
that
his
breathing
would
steady
soon
.
They
ran
down
a
long
corridor
to
the
right
,
passing
several
turns
to
the
left
.
When
they
reached
the
end
of
the
passage
,
Minho
slowed
to
barely
more
than
a
walk
and
reached
behind
him
to
pull
out
a
notepad
and
pencil
from
a
side
pocket
in
his
backpack
.
He
jotted
a
note
,
then
put
them
back
,
never
fully
stopping
.
Thomas
wondered
what
he
'd
written
,
but
Minho
answered
him
before
he
could
pose
the
question
.
"
I
rely
...
mostly
on
memory
,
"
the
Keeper
huffed
,
his
voice
finally
showing
a
hint
of
strain
.
"
But
about
every
fifth
turn
,
I
write
something
down
to
help
me
later
.
Mostly
just
related
to
stuff
from
yesterday
--
what
's
different
today
.
Then
I
can
use
yesterday
's
Map
to
make
today
's
.
Easy-peasy
,
dude
.
"
Thomas
was
intrigued
.
Minho
did
make
it
sound
easy
.
They
ran
for
a
short
while
before
they
reached
an
intersection
.
They
had
three
possible
choices
,
but
Minho
went
to
the
right
without
hesitating
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
pulled
one
of
his
knives
from
a
pocket
and
,
without
missing
a
beat
,
cut
a
big
piece
of
ivy
off
the
wall
.
He
threw
it
on
the
ground
behind
him
and
kept
running
.
"
Bread
crumbs
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
the
old
fairy
tale
popping
into
his
mind
.
Such
odd
glimpses
of
his
past
had
almost
stopped
surprising
him
.
"
Bread
crumbs
,
"
Minho
replied
.
"
I
'm
Hansel
,
you
're
Gretel
.
"
