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All
the
rocks
fell
.
Another
line
out
,
another
line
back
.
All
the
rocks
fell
.
They
threw
enough
rocks
to
cover
the
entire
left
half
of
the
area
in
front
of
them
,
covering
the
distance
anyone
--
or
anything
--
could
possibly
jump
.
Thomas
's
discouragement
grew
with
every
toss
,
until
it
turned
into
a
heavy
mass
of
blah
.
He
could
n't
help
chiding
himself
--
it
'd
been
a
stupid
idea
.
Then
Minho
's
next
rock
disappeared
.
It
was
the
strangest
,
most
hard-to-believe
thing
Thomas
had
ever
seen
.
Minho
had
thrown
a
large
chunk
,
a
piece
that
had
fallen
from
one
of
the
cracks
in
the
wall
.
Thomas
had
watched
,
deeply
concentrating
on
each
and
every
rock
.
This
one
left
Minho
's
hand
,
sailed
forward
,
almost
in
the
exact
center
of
the
Cliff
line
,
started
its
descent
to
the
unseen
ground
far
below
.
Then
it
vanished
,
as
if
it
had
fallen
through
a
plane
of
water
or
mist
.
One
second
there
,
falling
.
Next
second
gone
.
Thomas
could
n't
speak
.
"
We
've
thrown
stuff
off
the
Cliff
before
,
"
Minho
said
.
"
How
could
we
have
ever
missed
that
?
I
never
saw
anything
disappear
.
Never
.
"
Thomas
coughed
;
his
throat
felt
raw
.
"
Do
it
again
--
maybe
we
blinked
weird
or
something
.
"
Minho
did
,
throwing
it
at
the
same
spot
.
And
once
again
,
it
winked
out
of
existence
.
