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... nto the hallways.
Ren didn’t go to the cafeteria. He walked straight against the flow of traffic, heading for the desolate staircase at the end of the East Wing.
His hand was in his pocket, clutching the Vial of Morning Dew.
He ducked into an empty janitorial closet, locking the door behind him. It smelled of bleach and wet mops—a scent Ren associated with covering up crime scenes.
"Bottoms up," Ren whispered.
He uncorked the vial and downed it.
It ...
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