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"Wow."
The comment came from me. Xander was now smothered in goo and, with a fresh change of expertly applied bandages, we, with Darda and Spiros, hurried our way to the front entrance. A steady stream of people flowed through the right-hand door and wound their way down the hall in the direction of the sanctum. They exited out the left-hand door.
While my companions joined the throngs that left the building, I paused and glanced back at the line that went inside. A soft tug inside me told me I envied them.
Darda looped her arms around mine and tugged me along. "Do not dawdle," she scolded me.
"I wasn't dawdling, I was only looking."
"You should not enter there again," she insisted.
A figure stepped out of the crowd and slunk their arm through my free one so that I was pinne
