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And
so
it
went
for
him
as
they
kept
moving
,
those
Gladers
not
used
to
running
such
distances
gasping
in
huge
gulps
of
air
.
But
no
one
quit
.
On
and
on
they
ran
,
with
no
signs
of
Grievers
.
And
as
the
time
passed
,
Thomas
let
the
slightest
trickle
of
hope
enter
his
system
--
maybe
they
'd
make
it
before
getting
attacked
.
Maybe
.
Finally
,
after
the
longest
hour
of
Thomas
's
life
,
they
reached
the
long
alley
that
led
to
the
last
turn
before
the
Cliff
--
a
short
corridor
to
the
right
that
branched
off
like
the
stem
of
the
letter
T.
Thomas
,
his
heart
thumping
,
sweat
slicking
his
skin
,
had
moved
up
right
behind
Minho
,
Teresa
at
his
side
.
Minho
slowed
at
the
corner
,
then
stopped
,
holding
up
a
hand
to
tell
Thomas
and
the
others
to
do
the
same
.
Then
he
turned
,
a
look
of
horror
on
his
face
.
"
Do
you
hear
that
?
"
he
whispered
.
Thomas
shook
his
head
,
trying
to
squash
the
terror
Minho
's
expression
had
given
him
.
Minho
crept
ahead
and
peeked
around
the
sharp
edge
of
stone
,
looking
toward
the
Cliff
.
Thomas
had
seen
him
do
that
before
,
when
they
'd
followed
a
Griever
to
this
very
spot
.
Just
like
that
time
,
Minho
jerked
back
and
turned
to
face
him
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
the
Keeper
said
through
a
moan
.
"
Oh
,
no
.
"
Then
Thomas
heard
it
.
Griever
sounds
.
It
was
as
if
they
'd
been
hiding
,
waiting
,
and
now
were
coming
to
life
.
He
did
n't
even
have
to
look
--
he
knew
what
Minho
was
going
to
say
before
he
said
it
.
"
There
's
at
least
a
dozen
of
them
.
Maybe
fifteen
.
"
He
reached
up
and
rubbed
his
eyes
with
the
heels
of
his
hands
.
"
They
're
just
waiting
for
us
!
"
