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... th scorched palms and a sprained wrist, it was a special kind of hell. I slid down the metal tube, my boots braking against the sides, and landed in a pile of damp, frozen linens in the basement of the West Dorm.
The Ministry guards were busy boarding up the main doors. They weren’t looking at the service exits yet.
I slipped out into the night. The air was a razor, cutting through my thin shirt. I didn’t head for the gates. I headed for the fountain.
Merek was there.
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