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But I realize that told

In the Society, we don’t call out beyond our own bodies, the walls of our rooms When we scream it is only in the world of our own drealanced over to , and then I bent down and in the snow near the wall I wrote an E for Eli’s name

When I finished, I wanted ht, and the paper will beI broke hbone, arments so they would s of my plainclothes and down into my sleeves

Then I stood up to ht, likewith me on the outside of my body

"Cassia Reyes," someone said behind me

I turned around in surprise A woman looked back at ray coat, like ray; it was hard to say She looked cold I couldn’t tell how long she’d been watching s to you," she said "It was sent in from the Outer Provinces"

I didn’t answer Ky had taught uarantee your safety," the wouarantee the authenticity of the items But if you come with an walking In ht

So I followed her When she heard , she slowed down and letstreets and past buildings, beyond the edges of the pools of light fro an enorrassy field, pitted with rubble Ghostly white plastic coverings on the ground billowed and breathed in and out with the passing breeze

She ducked through a gap in the fence and I did, too

"Stay close," she said "This field is an old Restoration site There are holes everywhere"

As I followed her, I realized with excite place, not the Museu to the place where the Archivists e poems and papers and inforround and listened to the wind rustle the plastic coverings, I knew that I should be afraid, and so to have to wear this," the woman said, once ere in the middle of the field She pulled out a dark piece of fabric "I need to tie it over your eyes"

I cannot guarantee your safety

"All right," I said, and turnedthe cloth, she heldto spin you around," she said

A little laugh escaped a e covered our eyes with our hands and played children’s ga leisure hours

"A little bit like that," she agreed, and then she spun me, and the world whirled around ht of Ky’s compass then, with its arrow that could always tell you where north was no matter how often you turned, and I felt the faht of the coift away

"You’re very trusting," she said

I didn’t answer Back in Oria, Ky had told me that Archivists were no better or worse than anyone else, so I wasn’t certain I could trust her, but I felt that I had to take the risk She heldround felt cold and hard under rass, so

She stopped and I heard the rasp of her pulling so the reo down a set of stairs, and then we’ll reach a long hallway Go very slowly"

I waited but she didn’t move

"You first," she said

I put ht, and felt old bricks covered in moss I scuffed my foot forward and took one step down

"Hoill I knohen I’ve reached the end?" I asked her, and the words and the way I used the, the one I loved the best of those I found in the farmers’ library cave, the one that always seemed to speak of my journey to Ky:

I did not reach Thee

But my feet slip nearer every day

Three Rivers and a Hill to cross

One Desert and a Sea

I shall not count the journey one

When I a thee