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Another flash of lightning. The figure was closer now, though she hadn't seen it move.

Elara pulled her oilskin tighter and stepped out. Rain slapped her face. The barracks loomed on her left, their windows like dead eyes. The officers' quarters to her right had long since collapsed, but she still saw candlelight flickering there sometimes. She never investigated. Some ghosts, she'd learned, preferred company. fort marrok

She took the key.