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"
I
think
they
're
playing
with
us
,
"
Minho
said
a
while
later
.
Thomas
realized
he
'd
given
up
on
searching
the
walls
and
was
just
heading
back
toward
the
Glade
in
a
depressed
walk
.
From
the
looks
of
it
,
Minho
felt
the
same
way
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
Thomas
asked
.
The
Keeper
sighed
.
"
I
think
the
Creators
want
us
to
know
there
's
no
way
out
.
The
walls
are
n't
even
moving
anymore
--
it
's
like
this
has
all
just
been
some
stupid
game
and
it
's
time
to
end
.
And
they
want
us
to
go
back
and
tell
the
other
Gladers
.
How
much
you
wan
na
bet
when
we
get
back
we
find
out
a
Griever
took
one
of
them
just
like
last
night
?
I
think
Gally
was
right
--
they
're
gon
na
just
keep
killing
us
.
"
Thomas
did
n't
respond
--
felt
the
truth
of
what
Minho
said
.
Any
hope
he
'd
felt
earlier
when
they
'd
set
out
had
crashed
a
long
time
ago
.
"
Let
's
just
go
home
,
"
Minho
said
,
his
voice
weary
.
Thomas
hated
to
admit
defeat
,
but
he
nodded
in
agreement
.
The
code
seemed
like
their
only
hope
now
,
and
he
resolved
to
focus
on
that
.
He
and
Minho
made
their
way
silently
back
to
the
Glade
.
They
did
n't
see
another
Griever
the
whole
way
.
By
Thomas
's
watch
,
it
was
midmorning
when
he
and
Minho
stepped
through
the
West
Door
back
into
the
Glade
.
Thomas
was
so
tired
he
wanted
to
lie
down
right
there
and
take
a
nap
.
They
'd
been
in
the
Maze
for
roughly
twenty-four
hours
.
Surprisingly
,
despite
the
dead
light
and
everything
falling
apart
,
the
day
in
the
Glade
appeared
to
be
proceeding
business
as
usual
--
farming
,
gardening
,
cleaning
.
It
did
n't
take
long
for
some
of
the
boys
to
notice
them
standing
there
.
Newt
was
notified
and
he
came
running
.
