Will watched the Loners ahead of him dash around the corner and pour into the front foyer. They’d gone back to get their gang when those gun-toting kids from the outside had opened the doors. They ran like mad down the hall, trailing the rest of the Loners. Hissing torches filled the dark hallway with red. IT WAS A PLACE WHERE THINGS were alive, where forests grew, where your friends weren’t trying to kill you, and the air didn’t taste like dust.
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