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“How did you get out?”
They moved through the alleyway and emerged into the street again. The crowd that had gathered to watch the Phar-asai and Jesse had dwindled. Lukas thought that the lingering presence of the Phar-asai and their Janiss-arai executioners had the largest part to play in that. No one wanted to spend too long around anyone in robes—brown or black—he understood this all too well.
“I was on a breach patrol,” Aaron replied, casting an anxious glance back at the Phar-asai. “Completely routine. The outer tunnels near the surface are—were rougher, but they’d always held. Hadn’t had a breach in my lifetime.” He stopped talking to stare at the grimy street passing beneath his feet. Lukas wanted to reach out to him, to reassure him, but it seemed more befitting to let the ma
