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Thomas doesn't look away from the ivy-covered entrance. "Minho was out there. Alby was hurt. I couldn't just watch."

"Fight?" Minho scoffs. "With what? Sharpened sticks against three tons of spike and saw?" El corredor del laberinto 1

"We use the Maze against them," Thomas insists. He remembers the map Minho showed him—the shifting sectors, the way the walls move at midnight. "There’s a section in Sector Seven that narrows. If we can lure one there right as the shift happens..." Thomas doesn't look away from the ivy-covered entrance

"Now we’re all watching," Minho snaps, limping toward them. His clothes are shredded, his face coated in the grey dust of the Labyrinth. "The will be out in minutes. We don’t have the walls to protect us tonight." I couldn't just watch

The heavy metal doors of the grind shut, echoing against the stone walls as the sun dips below the horizon. For Thomas, the sound isn't just a signal of night; it’s a reminder of the prison they call home.

Newt looks from Thomas to the darkening Maze. "It’s suicide."