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Lincoln and I step towards Pulpitum X, ready for anything. He wears black body armor; I’m in my Scala robes. We both carry our baculum.
Pulpitum X is a decommissioned transfer station in Lower Purgatory. No one was using the place, so we shut it down a century ago. I doubt anyone’s entered it in fifty years. Even so, Lincoln says it can be reactivated for emergency traffic. I suppose the situation with Adair more than counts as an emergency.
Once inside the Pulpitum, it looks like all the other transfer stations, a dark and empty cylinder. Only here, there are no guards, and a light coating of dead leaves and garbage covers the floor. If I didn’t know for a fact this place could work, I’d think it was busted.
Lincoln speaks in a whisper. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
I link my finge
