EVANThe corridor is quiet.All those search parties have shifted to the western grounds exactly as planned, leaving the residential wing undisturbed after Clara climbed into the worst possible office she could have chosen at the worst possible time.That guard will hold.He has no reason not to.By dawn, what little he remembers will become uncertain, or gone entirely. Either way, he won't be a problem.I stop outside Clara's door and knock twice. The handle turns almost immediately, the door swinging open.So much for following instructions.She stands at the frame exactly as I left her—barefoot, hair half undone, one hand still faintly stained with dried blood despite her obvious attempts to scrub it away.There's at least no blood stench now."I asked you not to open the door." I remind her."You knocked.” She says."I told you not to open it until I got here.""You are here.""It could have been anyone."She folds her arms. “Well it's you.”I hold her gaze for a moment before loo
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