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"Clear," he said.

Clang.

The wind in the cavity between the two walls of the apartment block howled like a dying train whistle. Kael traced the cold dampness of the brickwork with a finger, counting the mortar joints. One, two, three. A rhythm to anchor himself against the sway of the structure. 997c6-bc861-11bc0-b274b

The Sextant had stopped spinning. The needle pointed straight ahead, steady and true. "Clear," he said