Sky-high walls encase them in a boundless labyrinth. It's hell and it's heaven, they're lost in their home. This Greenie has a curious perplexion he can't shake, a compulsion of existentialism, a need to know. His knack for running is noticed by the Glade's second-in-command, as is his mocking humour, his quiet indifference. His pleading brown eyes. Some will be killed. Companionships will bloom. Mazes will be run. But Thomas is not alone this time: Maze Runners.
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