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... up from the service corridors, carrying the cold tang of iron locks and paper that had learned to live without sun. Han counted steps by the change in pitch—lime, then slate, then a rung of old grating where runoff chose its path. Hanna ghosted a hand along the wall until her palm read the hidden door seams like Braille.
A guard’s lantern breathed once and dimmed, then steadied. Scale came down behind with the lockhouse keys hung in order across her chest, metal whispering against metal. ...
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