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... y clicking into a lock he hadn’t even known was there. Every instinct in him screamed that he couldn’t afford to be wrong. Not now. Not when he was this close.
He hurried to sit cross-legged on the bed. The sheets were silky and clean, way too fancy for someone like him. It made the memory of the dirty, cracked floor from the subway tunnel stand out even more. He tried not to let that distract him.
The soft hum of the mag-train became a distant buzz as he closed his eyes and let ...
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