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Suddenly
the
leader
of
the
group
--
perhaps
he
was
seventeen
--
took
a
step
forward
.
He
wore
normal
clothes
:
black
T-shirt
,
jeans
,
tennis
shoes
,
a
digital
watch
.
For
some
reason
the
clothing
here
surprised
Thomas
;
it
seemed
like
everyone
should
be
wearing
something
more
menacing
--
like
prison
garb
.
The
dark-skinned
boy
had
short-cropped
hair
,
his
face
clean
shaven
.
But
other
than
the
permanent
scowl
,
there
was
nothing
scary
about
him
at
all
.
"
It
's
a
long
story
,
shank
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
Piece
by
piece
,
you
'll
learn
--
I
'll
be
takin
'
you
on
the
Tour
tomorrow
.
Till
then
...
just
do
n't
break
anything
.
"
He
held
a
hand
out
.
"
Name
's
Alby
.
"
He
waited
,
clearly
wanting
to
shake
hands
.
Thomas
refused
.
Some
instinct
took
over
his
actions
and
without
saying
anything
he
turned
away
from
Alby
and
walked
to
a
nearby
tree
,
where
he
plopped
down
to
sit
with
his
back
against
the
rough
bark
.
Panic
swelled
inside
him
once
again
,
almost
too
much
to
bear
.
But
he
took
a
deep
breath
and
forced
himself
to
try
to
accept
the
situation
.
Just
go
with
it
,
he
thought
.
You
wo
n't
figure
out
anything
if
you
give
in
to
fear
.
"
Then
tell
me
,
"
Thomas
called
out
,
struggling
to
keep
his
voice
even
.
"
Tell
me
the
long
story
.
"
Alby
glanced
at
the
friends
closest
to
him
,
rolling
his
eyes
,
and
Thomas
studied
the
crowd
again
.
His
original
estimate
had
been
close
--
there
were
probably
fifty
to
sixty
of
them
,
ranging
from
boys
in
their
midteens
to
young
adults
like
Alby
,
who
seemed
to
be
one
of
the
oldest
.
At
that
moment
,
Thomas
realized
with
a
sickening
lurch
that
he
had
no
idea
how
old
he
was
.
His
heart
sank
at
the
thought
--
he
was
so
lost
he
did
n't
even
know
his
own
age
.
"
Seriously
,
"
he
said
,
giving
up
on
the
show
of
courage
.
"
Where
am
I
?
"
Alby
walked
over
to
him
and
sat
down
cross-legged
;
the
crowd
of
boys
followed
and
packed
in
behind
.
Heads
popped
up
here
and
there
,
kids
leaning
in
every
direction
to
get
a
better
look
.
"
If
you
ai
n't
scared
,
"
Alby
said
,
"
you
ai
n't
human
.
Act
any
different
and
I
'd
throw
you
off
the
Cliff
because
it
'd
mean
you
're
a
psycho
.
"
"
The
Cliff
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
blood
draining
from
his
face
.
