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Part 3: Keeping Quiet
Whisper did not come out from beneath her covers until all of the students had gone to bed and the room had fallen quiet. Now she poked her head out to utter blackness and silence, broken only by a few snores. More than ever, she felt trapped. The walls seemed closer than before, the room smaller. She felt she was being suffocated in this horrible box, this school for murderers.
She had to get out.
Now her natural talents and all of her training truly would be put to the test. First, she waited and listened. Surely some of the assassins would be watching the children. But if they were, she could not detect them. After a few minutes, she slid out of her covers and dropped quietly to the floor. Crawling on all fours, she moved between the beds, trying to remain invisible as she headed for a door to the main room.
Fortunately, there were no actual doors on the openings, so she was able to slip right out. Now the main “box” yawn
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Part 1: Seen and Not Heard
She knew the City like the back of her hand. It had many names, but to her it was just the City. She lived in the poor section, the “Outer Ring.” The buildings were actually newer than in the wealthier sections, yet they looked older, black and scarred and in disrepair. Their dark windows yawned like the eyes of skulls. She knew their long faces like the faces of old friends.
She sat atop one now, gazing down from the edge of the roof at the men and women walking below. She knew many of their faces too, though only a few knew her. Seldom did she walk among them, for she preferred to live above. There sat the homeless men on the street corners, begging for a pittance. There marched the pair of watchmen – just two men to cover so many streets. They would never notice her.
At length she spotted a mark: a traveling merchant, obviously new in town. From the furtive way he glanced at every alley, she doubted h