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Chapter 32

           Thedarkroomhadamusty,wetsmell,lacedwithadeepcopperyscentsostronghecouldtasteit.Adistant,fadedmemoryofsuckingonpenniesasakidpoppedintohishead.

           Minhohitaswitchandseveralrowsoffluorescentlightsflickereduntiltheycameonfullstrength,revealingtheroomindetail.

           Thomaswassurprisedatitssimplicity.Abouttwentyfeetacross,theMapRoomhadconcretewallsbareofanydecoration.Awoodentablestoodintheexactcenter,eightchairstuckedinaroundit.Neatlystackedpilesofpaperandpencilslayaboutthetable’ssurface,oneforeachchair.Theonlyotheritemsintheroomwereeighttrunks,justliketheonecontainingtheknivesintheweaponsbasement.Closed,theywereevenlyspaced,twotoawall.

           "WelcometotheMapRoom,"Minhosaid."Ashappyaplaceasyoucouldevervisit."

           Thomaswasslightlydisappointedhe’dbeenexpectingsomethingmoreprofound.Hetookinadeepbreath."Toobaditsmellslikeanabandonedcoppermine."

           "Ikindalikethesmell."Minhopulledouttwochairsandsatinoneofthem."Haveaseat,Iwantyoutogetacoupleofimagesinyourheadbeforewegooutthere."

           AsThomassatdown,Minhograbbedapieceofpaperandapencilandstarteddrawing.ThomasleanedintogetabetterlookandsawthatMinhohaddrawnabigboxthatfilledalmosttheentirepage.Thenhefilleditwithsmallerboxesuntilitlookedexactlylikeanenclosedtic-tac-toeboard,threerowsofthreesquares,allthesamesize.

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