A fire, lit right under your noses. None of you even notice until the girl says something. Oh, you Wardens really do run a tight ship here, don't you.
Well, crisis averted, we can all go home-- oh. Wait. Can't do that now, can we? Best to toss those notions aside with the rest of the rubbish-- 'least, if you're an Inmate. No home but here
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