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your mouth shut. Got that?”<br />
She nods.<br />
Four starts toward the shadow at the end of the tunnel.<br />
The crowd of initiates moves on in silence.<br />
“What a jerk,” she mumbles.<br />
“I guess he doesn’t like to be laughed at,” I reply.<br />
It would probably be wise to be careful around Four,<br />
I realize. He seemed placid to me on the platform, but<br />
something about that stillness makes me wary now.<br />
Four pushes a set of double doors open, and we walk<br />
into the place he called “the Pit.”<br />
“Oh,” whispers Christina. “I get it.”<br />
“Pit” is the best word for it. It is an underground cavern<br />
so huge I can’t see the other end of it from where I stand,<br />
at the bottom. Uneven rock walls rise several stories<br />
above my head. Built into the stone walls are places for<br />
food, clothing, supplies, leisure activities. Narrow paths<br />
and steps carved from rock connect them. There are no<br />
barriers to keep people from falling over the side.<br />
A slant of orange light stretches across one of the rock<br />
walls. Forming the roof of the Pit are panes of glass and,<br />
above them, a building that lets in sunlight. It must have<br />
looked like just another city building when we passed it<br />
on the train.<br />
Blue lanterns dangle at random intervals above the<br />
stone paths, similar to the ones that lit the Choosing<br />
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