The next few hours were a haze of motion. The beating I had received combined with the action of avoiding hordes of angry scriveners and their well armed guards to keep me in a state of near collapse. Finally we found ourselves in a room that I did not recognise, but which Caz moved confidently. A nearly naked man was sitting in the corner, rubbing his head. I winced as Caz walked over to him and punched him in the face. He slumped over silently.
With a near silent hiss, a giant round door suddenly swung open. Waving me forward, Caz disappeared into the dark opening. I followed, and the door shut behind me, leaving us in inky darkness.
Either that or I passed out. I’m not completely sure on the details.
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