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"
Look
,
"
Minho
answered
,
"
I
would
n't
believe
me
if
I
were
you
,
either
.
But
trust
me
,
I
did
.
Big
fat
nasty
one
.
"
It
's
definitely
never
happened
before
,
Thomas
thought
.
"
You
found
a
dead
Griever
,
"
Alby
repeated
.
"
Yes
,
Alby
,
"
Minho
said
,
his
words
laced
with
annoyance
.
"
A
couple
of
miles
from
here
,
out
near
the
Cliff
.
"
Alby
looked
out
at
the
Maze
,
then
back
at
Minho
.
"
Well
...
why
did
n't
you
bring
it
back
with
you
?
"
Minho
laughed
again
,
a
half-grunt
,
half-giggle
.
"
You
been
drinkin
'
Frypan
's
saucy-sauce
?
Those
things
must
weigh
half
a
ton
,
dude
.
Plus
,
I
would
n't
touch
one
if
you
gave
me
a
free
trip
out
of
this
place
.
"
Alby
persisted
with
the
questions
.
"
What
did
it
look
like
?
Were
the
metal
spikes
in
or
out
of
its
body
?
Did
it
move
at
all
--
was
its
skin
still
moist
?
"
Thomas
was
bursting
with
questions
--
Metal
spikes
?
Moist
skin
?
What
in
the
world
?
--
but
held
his
tongue
,
not
wanting
to
remind
them
he
was
there
.
And
that
maybe
they
should
talk
in
private
.
"
Slim
it
,
man
,
"
Minho
said
.
"
You
got
ta
see
it
for
yourself
.
It
's
...
weird
.
"
"
Weird
?
"
Alby
looked
confused
.
