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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.●,Sinora leaned closer, her pupils reflecting a shimmering light as she nodded rapidly, signaling to Antanas that she was ready.,Antanas led the way, decisive and swift. Sinora followed closely behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings, ready to face any danger that might arise.。