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... rty windows that sporadically lined its walls. Thick layers of dust sat on the windowsills. Noah rubbed his nose with the back of a sleeve and headed down the hall.
Fortunately, the designer of this building didn’t seem to have had a vendetta against the world. There was only a single path, and it wound in a square spiral, slowly winding toward the center.
Less fortunately, but somewhat predictably, the room numbering started at 1. By the time that Noah had made it to the ninetie ...
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