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Thomas
widened
his
eyes
in
question
,
felt
his
heart
pick
up
the
pace
,
even
though
it
had
already
been
pumping
hard
and
steady
.
Minho
simply
nodded
,
then
put
his
finger
to
his
lips
.
He
let
go
of
Thomas
's
shirt
and
took
a
step
back
,
then
crept
up
to
the
corner
around
which
he
'd
seen
the
Griever
.
Very
slowly
,
he
leaned
forward
to
take
a
peek
.
Thomas
wanted
to
scream
at
him
to
be
careful
.
Minho
's
head
jerked
back
and
he
turned
to
face
Thomas
.
His
voice
was
still
a
whisper
.
"
It
's
just
sitting
up
there
--
almost
like
that
dead
one
we
saw
.
"
"
What
do
we
do
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
as
quietly
as
possible
.
He
tried
to
ignore
the
panic
flaring
inside
him
.
"
Is
it
coming
toward
us
?
"
"
No
,
idiot
--
I
just
told
you
it
was
sitting
there
.
"
"
Well
?
"
Thomas
raised
his
hands
to
his
sides
in
frustration
.
"
What
do
we
do
?
"
Standing
so
close
to
a
Griever
seemed
like
a
really
bad
idea
Minho
paused
a
few
seconds
,
thinking
before
he
spoke
.
"
We
have
to
go
that
way
to
get
to
our
section
.
Let
's
just
watch
it
awhile
--
if
it
comes
after
us
,
we
'll
run
back
to
the
Glade
.
"
He
took
another
peek
,
then
quickly
looked
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Crap
--
it
's
gone
!
Come
on
!
"
Minho
did
n't
wait
for
a
response
,
did
n't
see
the
look
of
horror
Thomas
had
just
felt
widen
his
own
eyes
.
Minho
took
off
running
in
the
direction
where
he
'd
seen
the
Griever
.
Though
his
instincts
told
him
not
to
,
Thomas
followed
.
He
sprinted
down
the
long
corridor
after
Minho
,
turned
left
,
then
right
.
At
every
turn
,
they
slowed
so
the
Keeper
could
look
around
the
corner
first
.
Each
time
he
whispered
back
to
Thomas
that
he
'd
seen
the
tail
end
of
the
Griever
disappearing
around
the
next
turn
.
This
went
on
for
ten
minutes
,
until
they
came
to
the
long
hallway
that
ended
at
the
Cliff
,
where
beyond
lay
nothing
but
the
lifeless
sky
.
The
Griever
was
charging
toward
that
sky
.
Minho
stopped
so
abruptly
Thomas
almost
ran
him
over
.
Then
Thomas
stared
in
shock
as
up
ahead
the
Griever
dug
in
with
its
spikes
and
spun
forward
right
up
to
the
Cliff
's
edge
,
then
off
,
into
the
gray
abyss
.
The
creature
disappeared
from
sight
,
a
shadow
swallowed
by
more
shadow
.
