Chapter 48

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After passing through the dank cellar, was glad to discover

 that the escape tunnel was, well, fit for an emperor. 

The floor was tilted and the walls were smooth

 concrete with dim lightbulbs set every twenty steps.

 They could walk without fear of Thorne tripping on

 jagged rocks.

Nevertheless, they were making painfully slow progress, 

 and more than once Cinder considers leaving them behind. 

 Thorne did a decent job of keeping up, but Dr. errand's age

 combined with his short legs made his pace feel like an ago-

nizing crawl. If she didn't think it would offend him, she would 

 have offered him a piggyback ride,

She kept reminding herself that they had planned for this. 

This were right on schedule.

It would all be fine.

She told herself again and again.

Eventually she began to notice signs that they were 

 approaching  the palace.

Stockrooms filled with nonperishable goods and jugs of water 

and rice wine.

Power generators that sat silent and unused. 

 Large rooms, empty but for enormous round tables and 

 uncomfortable-looking chairs, black netscreens and switch 

panels and processors—not state of the art, but new enough 

 that it was clear these escape tunnels would be ready for 

use if they were ever needed.

Should the royal family ever need to go into hiding, they would

 be able to stay down here for a long time.

And not just the royal family, Cinder realized as they trudged on, 

 passing more stockrooms and hallways that branched in 

every direction. 

This was a labyrinth.

It seemed that there was enough space for the entire

 government  to come live down here for at least 

everyone who worked in the palace.

"We're almost there," she said, tracking their position 

 through satellite navigation and the map on her 

retina display.

"Wait, where are we going again?

 It's been so long since we left the ship, I can't remember."

"Very funny, Thorne."

 She glanced back.

 Thorne was walking with one palm on the wall, and

 Dr. Erland was using his cane. 

 She wondered how long it had been since Thorne

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