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"
Are
you
kidding
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
the
dread
slamming
back
into
his
gut
.
"
You
were
n't
playing
with
me
?
The
walls
really
move
?
"
"
What
else
would
I
have
meant
?
"
Thomas
had
a
hard
time
wrapping
his
mind
around
the
possibility
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
I
figured
there
was
a
door
that
swung
shut
or
a
little
mini-wall
that
slid
out
of
the
big
one
.
How
could
these
walls
move
?
They
're
huge
,
and
they
look
like
they
've
been
standing
here
for
a
thousand
years
.
"
And
the
idea
of
those
walls
closing
and
trapping
him
inside
this
place
they
called
the
Glade
was
downright
terrifying
.
Chuck
threw
his
arms
up
,
clearly
frustrated
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
they
just
move
.
Makes
one
heck
of
a
grinding
noise
.
Same
thing
happens
out
in
the
Maze
--
those
walls
shift
every
night
,
too
.
"
Thomas
,
his
attention
suddenly
snapped
up
by
a
new
detail
,
turned
to
face
the
younger
boy
.
"
What
did
you
just
say
?
"
"
Huh
?
"
"
You
just
called
it
a
maze
--
you
said
,
'
same
thing
happens
out
in
the
maze
.
'
"
Chuck
's
face
reddened
.
"
I
'm
done
with
you
.
I
'm
done
.
"
He
walked
back
toward
the
tree
they
'd
just
left
.
Thomas
ignored
him
,
more
interested
than
ever
in
the
outside
of
the
Glade
.
A
maze
?
In
front
of
him
,
through
the
East
Door
,
he
could
make
out
passages
leading
to
the
left
,
to
the
right
,
and
straight
ahead
.
And
the
walls
of
the
corridors
were
similar
to
those
that
surrounded
the
Glade
,
the
ground
made
of
the
same
massive
stone
blocks
as
in
the
courtyard
.
The
ivy
seemed
even
thicker
out
there
.
In
the
distance
,
more
breaks
in
the
walls
led
to
other
paths
,
and
farther
down
,
maybe
a
hundred
yards
or
so
away
,
the
straight
passage
came
to
a
dead
end
.
