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“Sounds like what happened to the south,” Paskia said. “Climbing through air vents—didn’t you say that’s how Genna escaped?”
“Similar,” Cali said. “They used a worm to help her, too.”
“And if it worked then, it can work now.”
“Possibly. But less talking. We’re getting close.”
It was early morning, still cold, with a heavy dew. Paskia shivered. She’d never been this close to the Factory.
But this was important. Daventree would need help when he emerged, so they had to discover the air-duct’s outlet.
The old buildings loomed out of the pre-dawn, shrouded by overgrown tangles of undergrowth. The air hung heavy with the stench of rotting vegetation, the hint of dead animals, and an undertone of oil. A heady mix of death and machinery.
Cali took point, and Paskia followed,
