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"
That
settles
it
,
"
Minho
said
.
Thomas
stood
next
to
him
on
the
edge
of
the
Cliff
,
staring
at
the
gray
nothingness
beyond
.
There
was
no
sign
of
anything
,
to
the
left
,
right
,
down
,
up
,
or
ahead
,
for
as
far
as
he
could
see
.
Nothing
but
a
wall
of
blankness
.
"
Settles
what
?
"
Thomas
asked
.
"
We
've
seen
it
three
times
now
.
Something
's
up
.
"
"
Yeah
.
"
Thomas
knew
what
he
meant
,
but
waited
for
Minho
's
explanation
anyway
.
"
That
dead
Griever
I
found
--
it
ran
this
way
,
and
we
never
saw
it
come
back
or
go
deeper
into
the
Maze
.
Then
those
suckers
we
tricked
into
jumping
past
us
.
"
"
Tricked
?
"
Thomas
said
.
"
Maybe
not
such
a
trick
.
"
Minho
looked
over
at
him
,
contemplative
.
"
Hmm
.
Anyway
,
then
this
.
"
He
pointed
out
at
the
abyss
.
"
Not
much
doubt
anymore
--
somehow
the
Grievers
can
leave
the
Maze
this
way
.
Looks
like
magic
,
but
so
does
the
sun
disappearing
.
"
"
If
they
can
leave
this
way
,
"
Thomas
added
,
continuing
Minho
's
line
of
reasoning
,
"
so
could
we
.
"
A
thrill
of
excitement
shot
through
him
.
Minho
laughed
.
"
There
's
your
death
wish
again
.
Wan
na
hang
out
with
the
Grievers
,
have
a
sandwich
,
maybe
?
"
