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... hadows across her face. Three weeks since the Grundy thing. Three weeks since I’d torn apart a conspiracy using nothing but plot knowledge and some very convenient "accidents."
The girl who used to flinch at loud noises was gone. Completely gone. In her place sat something else entirely.
"The guards rotate every four hours now instead of six," she said. Her voice was flat. Clinical. Like a general reporting troop movements. "Jenkins got reassigned to the outer gates after his dri ...
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