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Tom
,
I
just
triggered
the
Ending
.
Thomas
awoke
to
a
weak
,
lifeless
light
.
His
first
thought
was
that
he
must
've
gotten
up
earlier
than
usual
,
that
dawn
was
still
an
hour
away
.
But
then
he
heard
the
shouts
.
And
then
he
looked
up
,
through
the
leafy
canopy
of
branches
.
The
sky
was
a
dull
slab
of
gray
--
not
the
natural
pale
light
of
morning
.
He
jumped
to
his
feet
,
put
his
hand
on
the
wall
to
steady
himself
as
he
craned
his
neck
to
gawk
toward
the
heavens
.
There
was
no
blue
,
no
black
,
no
stars
,
no
purplish
fan
of
a
creeping
dawn
.
The
sky
,
every
last
inch
of
it
,
was
slate
gray
.
Colorless
and
dead
.
He
looked
down
at
his
watch
--
it
was
a
full
hour
past
his
mandatory
waking
time
.
The
brilliance
of
the
sun
should
've
awakened
him
--
had
done
so
easily
since
he
'd
arrived
at
the
Glade
.
But
not
today
.
He
glanced
upward
again
,
half
expecting
it
to
have
changed
back
to
normal
.
But
it
was
all
gray
.
Not
cloudy
,
not
twilight
,
not
the
early
minutes
of
dawn
.
Just
gray
.
The
sun
had
disappeared
.
Thomas
found
most
of
the
Gladers
standing
near
the
entrance
to
the
Box
,
pointing
at
the
dead
sky
,
everyone
talking
at
once
.
Based
on
the
time
,
breakfast
should
've
already
been
served
,
people
should
be
working
.
But
there
was
something
about
the
largest
object
in
the
solar
system
vanishing
that
tended
to
disrupt
normal
schedules
.
In
truth
,
as
Thomas
silently
watched
the
commotion
,
he
did
n't
feel
nearly
as
panicked
or
frightened
as
his
instincts
told
him
he
ought
to
be
.
And
it
surprised
him
that
so
many
of
the
others
looked
like
lost
chicks
thrown
from
the
coop
.
It
was
,
in
fact
,
ridiculous
.
The
sun
obviously
had
not
disappeared
--
that
was
n't
possible
.
