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With
a
groan
and
then
a
clonk
,
the
rising
room
halted
;
the
sudden
change
jolted
Thomas
from
his
huddled
position
and
threw
him
across
the
hard
floor
.
As
he
scrambled
to
his
feet
,
he
felt
the
room
sway
less
and
less
until
it
finally
stilled
.
Everything
fell
silent
.
A
minute
passed
.
Two
.
He
looked
in
every
direction
but
saw
only
darkness
;
he
felt
along
the
walls
again
,
searching
for
a
way
out
.
But
there
was
nothing
,
only
the
cool
metal
.
He
groaned
in
frustration
;
his
echo
amplified
through
the
air
,
like
the
haunted
moan
of
death
.
It
faded
,
and
silence
returned
.
He
screamed
,
called
for
help
,
pounded
on
the
walls
with
his
fists
.
Nothing
.
Thomas
backed
into
the
corner
once
again
,
folded
his
arms
and
shivered
,
and
the
fear
returned
.
He
felt
a
worrying
shudder
in
his
chest
,
as
if
his
heart
wanted
to
escape
,
to
flee
his
body
.
"
Someone
...
help
...
me
!
"
he
screamed
;
each
word
ripped
his
throat
raw
.
A
loud
clank
rang
out
above
him
and
he
sucked
in
a
startled
breath
as
he
looked
up
.
A
straight
line
of
light
appeared
across
the
ceiling
of
the
room
,
and
Thomas
watched
as
it
expanded
.
A
heavy
grating
sound
revealed
double
sliding
doors
being
forced
open
.
After
so
long
in
darkness
,
the
light
stabbed
his
eyes
;
he
looked
away
,
covering
his
face
with
both
hands
.
He
heard
noises
above
--
voices
--
and
fear
squeezed
his
chest
.
"
Look
at
that
shank
.
"
"
How
old
is
he
?
"
"
Looks
like
a
klunk
in
a
T-shirt
.
"
