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Delco was as good as his word, somehow making sure he and Wilt ended up as roommates. Their chamber was high on the tenth floor of the large dormitory where all the skilled initiates lived. The more junior you were the higher your room, meaning the more cold stone stairs you had to trudge up and down each day. A single large window dominated the simple room, looking out across the dense forest below them. It was nailed shut, but Wilt surmised from the view that the window was cut into the cliff face—perhaps it was one of the windows he had seen before entering Redmondis. That already seemed so long ago, a pale and distant other life.
He didn’t know how long he had been in Redmondis. Time seemed to have faded from importance. All he knew was the routine: up early each morning to trudge
