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The corridor was much darker than the ballroom and Rangiku was glad for the candle she was holding. It saved her from using her torch more then necessary and she should have enough candles to last for a while if she kept lighting them when one ran out. And if they didn't get blown out.
She glanced behind herself to wait for Mark and Leon to follow her, her free hand going to rest on the sword hilt in case anything was waiting for them, but the hall at least seemed to be quiet for now.