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Thalia and Thomas leaned in, their eyes scanning the layout.

“Sections 1 through 8. The way it works is, every night, when the Maze changes, it opens up a new section.”

His hand hovered over one of the markers “So today, Section 6 was open. Tomorrow, it’ll be 4. Then 8, then 3. The pattern always stays the same.”

Thalia pointed to one of the sections “When was 7 open?”

“Last night.” Minho met her gaze  “I think that must be where it comes from — Tomorrow, we’re gonna take a closer look.”

Before Thomas or Thalia could respond—

The door burst open.

Minho instinctively moved, yanking a cloth over the model, shielding it from view.

Clint and Jeff stood in the doorway, their faces pale, breathing fast.

Minho’s expression darkened “What are you guys doing? You’re not allowed in here.”

Clint hesitated, his eyes darting between them.

Then—Jeff stepped forward, his voice urgent “It’s the girl.”

“Is she awake?”

Jeff exchanged a amused glance with Clint.

“You could say that.”

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The Glade was alive with chaos, voices shouting, boys ducking and scrambling out of the way as small stones rained down on them from above.

Thalia, Thomas, Minho, and Chuck ran into the clearing, only to see Chuck bent over, laughing hysterically.

Thomas frowned, catching his breath.

“Chuck, what’s going on?”

Chuck, still giggling, pointed toward the Lookout platform, a tall wooden structure that gave a full view of the Glade.

Above them—perched like a wild animal—was the girl.

She stood at the edge, hair messy, eyes sharp, hurling small rocks down at any Glader who got too close.

“Girls are awesome,” Chuck chuckled.

“Leave me alone!” she yelled, launching another rock.

It smacked Gally in the head.

Gally cursed, clutching the spot, while the other boys backed away cautiously.

Thalia watched with wide eyes before breaking into laughter.

“Oh my God, I love her already.”

Minho sighed, shaking his head, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression as he started toward the Lookout.

Thalia and Thomas followed, Chuck trailing behind.

Up ahead, Newt ducked behind a crate, shielding his head as another rock whizzed past.

“I don’t think she likes us very much,” Newt muttered.

Thalia smirked.

“Felt the same way about all of you when I first got here.”

She stepped forward, raising her hands in a gesture of peace.

“Hey! It’s me—Thalia! It’s Thalia!”

The girl froze mid-throw, looking down at her.

Thalia took a slow breath.

“I’m gonna come up, okay?”