

The BombshellThe corridors were pitch dark as though hazed by murk, but Ymara knew her way. The very walls and floors hummed with the sound of machinery from floors and floors down, emanating a surreal aural glow that lit her way in the blackness. Not that she needed it - even as she stumbled back toward Uncle Maus room , tripping her nightgown on her ankles and using the thick iron walls for balance, she knew exactly how to avoid the edge of the corners, where to duck her head for a busted light, all from muscle-memory. But something buzzed at her vision as she came around the bend; from under Maurukais door was a faint, white light. &nThe Bombshell
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