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"
Looks
like
a
maze
,
"
Thomas
whispered
,
almost
laughing
to
himself
.
As
if
things
could
n't
have
gotten
any
stranger
.
They
'd
wiped
his
memory
and
put
him
inside
a
gigantic
maze
.
It
was
all
so
crazy
it
really
did
seem
funny
.
His
heart
skipped
a
beat
when
a
boy
unexpectedly
appeared
around
a
corner
up
ahead
,
entering
the
main
passage
from
one
of
the
offshoots
to
the
right
,
running
toward
him
and
the
Glade
.
Covered
in
sweat
,
his
face
red
,
clothes
sticking
to
his
body
,
the
boy
did
n't
slow
,
hardly
glancing
at
Thomas
as
he
went
past
.
He
headed
straight
for
the
squat
concrete
building
located
near
the
Box
.
Thomas
turned
as
he
passed
,
his
eyes
riveted
to
the
exhausted
runner
,
unsure
why
this
new
development
surprised
him
so
much
.
Why
would
n't
people
go
out
and
search
the
maze
?
Then
he
realized
others
were
entering
through
the
remaining
three
Glade
openings
,
all
of
them
running
and
looking
as
ragged
as
the
guy
who
'd
just
whisked
by
him
.
There
could
n't
be
much
good
about
the
maze
if
these
guys
came
back
looking
so
weary
and
worn
.
He
watched
,
curious
,
as
they
met
at
the
big
iron
door
of
the
small
building
;
one
of
the
boys
turned
the
rusty
wheel
handle
,
grunting
with
the
effort
.
Chuck
had
said
something
about
runners
earlier
.
What
had
they
been
doing
out
there
?
The
big
door
finally
popped
open
,
and
with
a
deafening
squeal
of
metal
against
metal
,
the
boys
swung
it
wide
.
They
disappeared
inside
,
pulling
it
shut
behind
them
with
a
loud
clonk
.
Thomas
stared
,
his
mind
churning
to
come
up
with
any
possible
explanation
for
what
he
'd
just
witnessed
.
Nothing
developed
,
but
something
about
that
creepy
old
building
gave
him
goose
bumps
,
a
disquieting
chill
.
Someone
tugged
on
his
sleeve
,
breaking
him
from
his
thoughts
;
Chuck
had
come
back
.
Before
Thomas
had
a
chance
to
think
,
questions
were
rushing
out
of
his
mouth
.
"
Who
are
those
guys
and
what
were
they
doing
?
What
's
in
that
building
?
"
He
wheeled
around
and
pointed
out
the
East
Door
.
"
And
why
do
you
live
inside
a
freaking
maze
?
"
He
felt
a
rattling
pressure
of
uncertainty
,
making
his
head
splinter
with
pain
.
"
I
'm
not
saying
another
word
,
"
Chuck
replied
,
a
new
authority
filling
his
voice
.
"
I
think
you
should
get
to
bed
early
--
you
'll
need
your
sleep
.
Ah
"
--
he
stopped
,
held
up
a
finger
,
pricking
up
his
right
ear
--
"
it
's
about
to
happen
.
"
"
What
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
thinking
it
kind
of
strange
that
Chuck
was
suddenly
acting
like
an
adult
instead
of
the
little
kid
desperate
for
a
friend
he
'd
been
only
moments
earlier
.
