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The guards flanked our group, and we were led over the bodies of the unconscious inmates and down the stairs. The darkness and silence were ever-present companions as we reached the first intersection on the lower floor. One of the guards grabbed Miela’s arm.
“Come along now!” he snapped as he pulled her toward another hall.
I froze as I felt a sharp point against my back. This one, however, didn’t come from the dagger held by the guard. His point shuddered and his grip on my arm loosened. I looked over my shoulder and saw that his eyes were wide, and there was no life in them.
I spun around and saw the sharp blade of a sword protruding from his stomach. He let out a soft gurgling noise and fell face-first onto the floor. Behind him stood Petro, and at his back was a secret o
