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... print just because he could.
The maintenance corridors under the metro weren’t a straight line; they were a nest of cheap shortcuts and dead ends designed by someone who hated human beings.
Cable bundles drooped like vines overhead, and broken conduits ran along the walls in crooked seams. Every few steps he checked the map again, not trusting his own memory even now that his eyes were back. One wrong turn and he’d walk into a pocket full of undead, or worse, waste minutes he did ...
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