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The sound made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. In spite of her great age, Amsel shot up from her chair and was at the door in a moment. She flung open the portal and stepped out into the reception room. “What was that, Miss Clark?” she questioned her secretary.
Miss Clark shook her head. “I don’t know, High Monitor. The scream came from the hall.”
We crowded in the doorway of the partitioned office and watched Amsel stalk over to the front door. She stepped out and looked to the left. Her eyes narrowed and her voice echoed up and down the hollow halls. “You there? What are you doing?”
“H-High M-Monitor! I-I saw him!” a feminine voice replied.
“You foolish girl!” Amsel snapped as she disappeared into the hall. “Stand up! You are training to be an exorsage,
