“How much farther?” I asked after we’d gone up one floor and through another ten minutes. [...] “Uh . . . I’m not exactly sure,” Phaelan admitted. I blinked. “What do you mean you’re not sure? Where are we?” “I’m not sure of that, either.” Phaelan looked slightly embarrassed. It wasn’t a look I’d seen on him often, and considering what it implied, I didn’t want to see it on him now. I gaped at him. “We’re lost?” “I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t have to. You don’t know where we are. That’s called lost.” “The blueprints didn’t include this floor. Besides, I prefer to think of it as temporarily misplaced.”
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