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Flames licked every wall of the hallway you ran down.

You hadn't been able to see where he'd gone. You didn't have the time to look. You sped forward, your legs practically immaterial, every part of you screaming to get out.

Taylor rode upon your arm. Florian remained in your pocket. Mary-- ran beside you, as if she'd only had two legs her entire life.

Huntington's words echoed through the hallway. Every one curdled your blood. They weren't audible-- but you could tell they echoed his sentiments from when the office first began burning.

"Run, then, traitor to your species!! Flee from the cleansing you deserve-- try to outrun fate itself!! See how it helps you!! It will treat you as kindly as it did I-- with no remorse!!"

Words of a madman-- one so lost and trapped in his own head that even other men could no longer understand him. Words, yet, that haunted you-- haunted your pursuit, as you missed a burning curtain by the skin of your teeth.

You needed to find a way out of this place as soon as possible, but your options were rapidly shrinking.

>Attempt to run down the dome's staircase. It's nearest to you-- but also nearest to the flames.

>Try the staircase you initially came from. It's further down the hall, to your left, and much narrower...

>Run for the balcony and alert the Staters to your situation before anything else.

>Write-in.