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... many times the day before, she now knew her way through the maze of corridors and doors and knew how to get out of the massive facility.

At times, she wondered how hard it had been for them back then… considering there were signs at the end of every corridor to guide them through. f𝗿𝗲e𝒘e𝚋n૦𝘃𝙚𝑙.com

However, after hearing Bree’s recollection of the trio’s first day in the Great Colosseum, she figured getting lost was normal for everyone.

Eventually, she made it to th ...

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