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Aditya stood, then, and with an elegant flourish with the right hand, and a seemingly negligent push with the left, opened the door before McAllister and waved him through.The door opened into a passageway that ran past the opening in both directions. McAllister proceeded down the hallway to the right. With his saber in hand and the ball of reddish light floating behind his shoulder, he led with Aditya following behind. The rough-cut blocks of stone at this bottommost level of the Palace of Architecture were massive dark granite things, slick and damp with the sheen of subterranean moisture.The floor pitched to the left, where there was a shallow gutter, though there was no more moisture in it than on the walls. McAllister wondered if the entire palace drained rainwater to this level, or if there were other drains to the mud flats below the upper city. Still, he reasoned, there must be a drain to the sea from even this bottommost level, and that was worth keeping in mind if there. Then, when we walked, separately round the school to lessons, and in the school playground at break when we stood at opposite ends. It was Keith McEachern who finally broke the silence.“Er, David,” he said as we walked together into the dining hall.“Yes?” I asked, a little tetchier than I meant to.“You and Cal, what’s wrong?”“We broke up.”“What?” I think his incredulous yell may have set of a seismometer somewhere. Everybody in the hall looked round, “you’re joking aren’t you?”“No,” I replied, “she met someone else while she was in Germany.”“You are kidding,” he said, “you and her have been together since you were five, she’d never do that.”“Well whether or not, she did. His name’s Wolfgang, and he plays the piano.”“So she’s kicked you into touch?”“No, I did the kicking. She cheated on me, I can’t be with her any more.”“Shit man, that’s harsh.”“McEachern, language, see me at registration,” a teacher’s voice rang out.Of course, by the end of the lunch break everybody in the school,.
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