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Mara jogged toward the blue light in the sky, crossing High Street and continuing into an empty parking lot next to a small office building. Streetlights provided some indirect light, but Ping had trouble discerning where she was going. Without pausing to get her bearings, she turned right on a sidewalk bordered by hip-high stone pillars linked by square wrought-iron rods. After a few feet, she stopped at a sign that read McLaughlin Promenade, Est. 1851. Ping turned to see a series of office buildings and retail fronts facing the sidewalk from the other side. Mara had her back to the storefronts, staring at a structure with two closed garage-style bay doors.
“We can’t see anything from here. Where are we?” Ping asked.
“This is the Oregon City Municipal Elevator.” She
