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"
He
's
being
Banished
.
Tonight
,
for
trying
to
kill
you
.
"
"
Banished
?
What
does
that
mean
?
"
Thomas
had
to
ask
,
though
he
knew
it
could
n't
be
good
if
Chuck
thought
it
was
worse
than
being
dead
.
And
then
Thomas
saw
perhaps
the
most
disturbing
thing
he
'd
seen
since
he
'd
arrived
at
the
Glade
.
Chuck
did
n't
answer
;
he
only
smiled
.
Smiled
,
despite
it
all
,
despite
the
sinister
sound
of
what
he
'd
just
announced
.
Then
he
turned
and
ran
,
maybe
to
tell
someone
else
the
exciting
news
.
That
night
,
Newt
and
Alby
gathered
every
last
Glader
at
the
East
Door
about
a
half
hour
before
it
closed
,
the
first
traces
of
twilight
's
dimness
creeping
across
the
sky
.
The
Runners
had
just
returned
and
entered
the
mysterious
Map
Room
,
clanging
the
iron
door
shut
;
Minho
had
already
gone
in
earlier
.
Alby
told
the
Runners
to
hurry
about
their
business
--
he
wanted
them
back
out
in
twenty
minutes
.
It
still
bothered
Thomas
how
Chuck
had
smiled
when
breaking
the
news
about
Ben
being
Banished
.
Though
he
did
n't
know
exactly
what
it
meant
,
it
certainly
did
n't
sound
like
a
good
thing
.
Especially
since
they
were
all
standing
so
close
to
the
Maze
.
Are
they
going
to
put
him
out
there
?
he
wondered
.
With
the
Grievers
?
The
other
Gladers
murmured
their
conversations
in
hushed
tones
,
an
intense
feeling
of
dreadful
anticipation
hanging
over
them
like
a
patch
of
thick
fog
.
But
Thomas
said
nothing
,
standing
with
arms
folded
,
waiting
for
the
show
.
He
stood
quietly
until
the
Runners
finally
came
out
of
their
building
,
all
of
them
looking
exhausted
,
their
faces
pinched
from
deep
thinking
.
Minho
had
been
the
first
to
exit
,
which
made
Thomas
wonder
if
he
was
the
Keeper
of
the
Runners
.
"
Bring
him
out
!
"
Alby
shouted
,
startling
Thomas
out
of
his
thoughts
.
His
arms
fell
to
his
sides
as
he
turned
,
looking
around
the
Glade
for
a
sign
of
Ben
,
trepidation
building
within
him
as
he
wondered
what
the
boy
would
do
when
he
saw
him
.
From
around
the
far
side
of
the
Homestead
,
three
of
the
bigger
boys
appeared
,
literally
dragging
Ben
along
the
ground
.
His
clothes
were
tattered
,
barely
hanging
on
;
a
bloody
,
thick
bandage
covered
half
his
head
and
face
.
Refusing
to
put
his
feet
down
or
help
the
progress
in
any
way
,
he
seemed
as
dead
as
the
last
time
Thomas
had
seen
him
.
Except
for
one
thing
.
