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"
Good
that
,
"
Newt
said
.
Alby
's
eyes
returned
to
Thomas
,
narrowing
.
"
A
few
weeks
,
you
'll
be
happy
,
shank
.
You
'll
be
happy
and
helpin
'
.
None
of
us
knew
jack
on
First
Day
,
you
neither
.
New
life
begins
tomorrow
.
"
Alby
turned
and
pushed
his
way
through
the
crowd
,
then
headed
for
the
slanted
wooden
building
in
the
corner
.
Most
of
the
kids
wandered
away
then
,
each
one
giving
Thomas
a
lingering
look
before
they
walked
off
.
Thomas
folded
his
arms
,
closed
his
eyes
,
took
a
deep
breath
.
Emptiness
ate
away
at
his
insides
,
quickly
replaced
by
a
sadness
that
hurt
his
heart
.
It
was
all
too
much
--
where
was
he
?
What
was
this
place
?
Was
it
some
kind
of
prison
?
If
so
,
why
had
he
been
sent
here
,
and
for
how
long
?
The
language
was
odd
,
and
none
of
the
boys
seemed
to
care
whether
he
lived
or
died
.
Tears
threatened
again
to
fill
his
eyes
,
but
he
refused
to
let
them
come
.
"
What
did
I
do
?
"
he
whispered
,
not
really
meaning
for
anyone
to
hear
him
.
"
What
did
I
do
--
why
'd
they
send
me
here
?
"
Newt
clapped
him
on
the
shoulder
.
"
Greenie
,
what
you
're
feelin
'
,
we
've
all
felt
it
.
We
've
all
had
First
Day
,
come
out
of
that
dark
box
.
Things
are
bad
,
they
are
,
and
they
'll
get
much
worse
for
ya
soon
,
that
's
the
truth
.
But
down
the
road
a
piece
,
you
'll
be
fightin
'
true
and
good
.
I
can
tell
you
're
not
a
bloody
sissy
.
"
"
Is
this
a
prison
?
"
Thomas
asked
;
he
dug
in
the
darkness
of
his
thoughts
,
trying
to
find
a
crack
to
his
past
.
"
Done
asked
four
questions
,
have
n't
ya
?
"
Newt
replied
.
"
No
good
answers
for
ya
,
not
yet
,
anyway
.
Best
be
quiet
now
,
accept
the
change
--
morn
comes
tomorrow
.
"
Thomas
said
nothing
,
his
head
sunk
,
his
eyes
staring
at
the
cracked
,
rocky
ground
A
line
of
small-leafed
weeds
ran
along
the
edge
of
one
of
the
stone
blocks
,
tiny
yellow
flowers
peeping
through
as
if
searching
for
the
sun
,
long
disappeared
behind
the
enormous
walls
of
the
Glade
.
