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The tall, dark wizard in the blue robe with white stars—who Evan would come to know as Falstaff—

plucked the slurpee off Evan’s tray with long boney fingers. He peered deep into its sugary murk. “Explain this foul potion. What are its effects?” “It’s called a slurpee,” Evan said. "It’s a refreshing drink. Especially when it’s hot out.” A round of knowing ahhhhhs circled the room. “A health elixir,” someone spoke from the back, nodding with authority. “Well, sort of.”…
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A SILHOUETTE LOOMED OVER EVAN. FROM SOMEWHERE, A DISTANT, UNPLEASANT VOICE—ONE HE RECOGNIZED—SPOKE: 

“Hey kid. Kid. Wake up.”Evan stirred, the world coming into focus: the dark walls and ceiling of the Attic’s storefront, the towering bookshelves of games, a smacking sound as the figure hovering over him slapped at Evan’s cheeks. Evan’s bones and back groaned. Then Evan groaned at the sight of the City Surveyor’s weasel face.
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THE VENT WAS TIGHT AND HOT. LIKE THE AIR-CON WASN’T WORKING… LIKE THIS WASN’T PART OF THE SHOW AND…

…they shouldn’t be in here.

“Hurry up,” Chiroko complained, her scrawny butt slinking ahead through the vent’s din light. Hiroshi was tired of her scrawny, bossy butt and all her what-ifs and her plans. All they needed to do was wait it out in their cell and try to be entertaining. Yet here he was, following her. 

Or maybe this was part of the show? Perhaps the months and months of meagreness and monotony had been meant to drive them from their misery, up into the vents towards some sort of thrilling conclusion or escalation or clash!

Hiroshi steeled himself for such an outcome.

But if that was the case, where were all the cameras?

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