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She nodded. “I don’t doubt it for a minute, Ethan Wate.”
But now, yanking dirt and thorns out of my face, I didn’t have Amma to come find me. This was something I had to do on my own.
Like plowing the Lilum’s field and bringing the water back to Gatlin.
Or taking a dive off the Summerville water tower.
It didn’t take long for me to figure out that I was pretty much in the same boat I’d been in that day in the swamp when I was nine. I was walking down the same pathways over and over, unless some other guy was wearing the same size Converse as me. I might as well be lost on the way home from Wader’s Creek.
I tried to think.
A maze is just a big puzzle.
I was going about this wrong. I needed to mark the pathways I had already taken. I needed some of Amma’s bread crumbs.
I stripped the nearest bush of its leaves, stuffing them in my pockets. I reached out my right hand until it touched the wall of bushes, and I started walking. I kept my right hand on the wall of the maze and used my left to drop the waxy leaves every few feet.
It was like a giant corn maze. Keep the same hand on the stalks until you dead-end. Then switch hands and go the other way. Anyone who’s ever been stuck in a corn maze can tell you that.
I followed the path to the right until it dead-ended. Then I switched hands and bread crumbs. This time I reached out with my left hand, and I used stones instead of leaves.
After what felt like hours of winding my way through this particular puzzle, hitting one dead end after another and stepping over the same rocks and leaves I had used to mark my tracks, I finally reached the very center of the maze, the place where all pathways came to an end. Only the center wasn’t an exit. It was a pit, with what looked like enormous mud walls. As thick rolls of white fog spread toward me, I was forced to confront the truth.
The labyrinth wasn’t a labyrinth at all.
It was a dead end.
Beyond the fog and dirt, there was nothing but the impenetrable brush.
Keep moving. Keep your bearings.
I walked forward, kicking waves in the dense mist that clung to the ground around me. Just as I made some progress, my foot hit something long and hard. Maybe a stick or a pipe.
I tried to navigate more carefully, but the fog made it hard to see. It was like looking through glasses smeared with Vaseline. As I moved closer to the center, the white mist began to clear, and I tripped again.
This time I could see what was in the way.
It wasn’t a pipe or a stick.
It was a human bone.
Long and thin, it must have been a leg bone, or maybe an arm.
“Holy crap.” I yanked on it, and it pulled free, sending a human skull rolling toward my feet. The dirt around me was piled high with bones, as long and bare as the one I was holding in my hand.
I let the bone drop and backed away, stumbling over what I thought was a rock. But it was another skull. The faster I ran, the more I tripped, twisting my ankle in the loops of an old hip bone, catching my Chucks on a piece of spine.
Am I dreaming?
On top of that, I had an overpowering sense of déjà vu. The feeling that I was running toward a place I’d been before. Which didn’t make sense, because I had no experience with pits or bones or wandering around being dead, until now.
Still.
It felt like I’d been here, like I’d always been here, and I couldn’t get far enough away. Like every path I’d ever taken was here in this maze.
No way out but through it.
I had to keep moving. I had to face this place, this pit full of bones. Wherever it was leading me. Or to who.
