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Thorne blinked at her, then down at the sewage he could barely make out in the darkness. Don't you have some tool in that fancy hand of yours that can get us across? Cinder glared, light-headed from her body's instinctively short breaths. Oh, wow, how could I have forgotten about my grappling hook?

Marissa Meyer

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