Night 61: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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Still nothing out of the ordinary here. Soma kept jogging, keeping her eyes peeled for any movement in the shadows ahead.


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Kratos walked briskly down the hall. He had taken this route many times before, enough times that he could time it exactly. Usually, that meant getting to the appointed meeting spot quickly, but tonight, he had done a change of routine and thus delayed his departure by a small and yet considerable amount of time. Well, at least it hadn't been more. If Lingormr was waiting for him, he would not be kept idle for long.

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