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... g up inside the cooling chamber of a blast furnace. The West Dorm was still radiating a low, dry heat that made the very air in the quad shimmer, but the frantic, screaming vibration of the previous day had settled into a deep, contented thrum. I stayed in my bunk for as long as I could, staring at the stone ceiling, listening to the school breathe. Through the leash, I could feel the Centurion’s pulse. It was slow and heavy, like a predator that had finally gorged itself after a long winter. Th ...
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