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... t behind me, and I was alone in the hallway.
Figure it out, Scholarship Boy.
Fine. Challenge accepted.
I’d spent three years navigating Hartwell’s labyrinthine campus. Before that, I’d memorized every back alley and shortcut in Kensington. Mapping a rich person’s house? Child’s play.
Treat it like a dungeon crawl. Note the landmarks. Mark the exits. Don’t die.
The guest wing hallway stretched in both directions, lined with doors that probably led to more r ...
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