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12 - A Debt Repayed
The place was quiet, eerily so—the kind of quiet you only get after a night of activity and a rush of adrenaline felt by all. I debated using the window, but there were too many extra warriors around. Besides, I was more shielded under the mask I created—a terrified shell of a girl looking for water and comfort after a trying night of mysterious d.eath. No one was outside the door, and there was no sound in the hallway. I didn’t bring a light source; instead, I ran a hand along the familiar corridors. I hadn’t wasted my time here. The past few years were spent memorizing, learning, and planning. I knew this place better than anyone. I spent days walking the packhouse before I was allowed out of it. I counted the stairs, memorized the turns, knew the feel of the hallway when it curved sl
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