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Chapter Twenty-Six- Lily Finds the Files

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Lily came to the east block at quarter past eleven that night with the expression of someone who had just pulled a pin from something and was deciding whether to throw it or put it back.

She never knocked anymore. Three quiet taps on the doorframe, the way you signaled a person who might not want the sound of a full knock carrying down a monitored corridor. I opened the door before the third tap landed and she came in and sat on the floor in the now-established position, back against the wall,
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