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Minho led Thalia and Thomas through the woods, moving swiftly, keeping low as they navigated through the thick trees.
The deeper they went, the quieter the Glade became, the only sound the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the Maze’s shifting walls.
Finally, Minho stopped in front of a small, hidden hut, half-covered by branches and vines, barely visible unless you knew where to look.
Inside, the air was cool, dimly lit, the wooden walls covered in scraps of paper, hand-drawn maps, and rough sketches of the Maze’s different sections.
But the real focus was at the center of the room.
A table.
And on it—
A fully detailed model of the Maze.
Every passage, every corridor, perfectly mapped out with small carved stone markers labeling the different sections.
Thomas’s breath caught.
Thalia stepped forward, her fingers grazing the edge of the table.
Minho followed her gaze, crossing his arms “It’s the Maze. All of it.”
Thalia’s brow furrowed “What do you mean ‘all of it’? I thought you were still mapping it.”
Minho exhaled, shaking his head “There’s nothing left to map.”
His tone was flat, tired “I’ve run every inch of it myself. Every cycle. Every pattern. If there was a way out, we would’ve found it by now.”
Thomas frowned, his mind racing “Why haven’t you told anyone this?”
Minho hesitated—just for a second Then, with a quiet sigh, he answered “It was Alby’s call— People needed to believe we had a chance of getting out.”
The weight in his voice was undeniable.
A burden he had been carrying alone.
“But maybe now... we have a real chance.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small metal device they had found in the Griever’s body.
Then—he handed it to Thalia.
She took it carefully, her fingers still sticky with dried Griever goo.
"Ew"
She dropped it on the table
“Take a look at this.”
Minho gestured to the model, pointing to small rocks with carved numbers, identical to the ones in the real Maze.
“About a year ago, we started exploring these outer sections.” His finger trailed over the model, stopping at the numbered markers. “We found these numbers printed on the walls.”
