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The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,Hyberlian sat in the chair nodding, holding a cookie in her hand. She felt like everyone else was busy, and she could just relax and act as a supervisor.,The air in the corridor was heavy with damp, cold air. Two shadows stirred up a gust of icy wind.。