The next corridor was a rather narrow one, and the group huddled close. Charlie was at the middle of the group for protection, since he was newly powerless. The long corridor stretched for quite a ways, interrupted every now and again by doors. The group made a habit of trying every door they came across to look for anything that may be helpful, or any alternate paths. Despite their vigilance, they ended up walking the length of the corridor. They trekked on in silence, each having a hand on their weapons.

“I have no powers now.”, Charlie piped up. “Indeed.”, Howard replied, “What of it? We’ll protect you.” The boy shook his head. “No. I want to help fight.” Carla put a hand on his shoulder. “That’s admirable, Charlie. But trust me,&rdquo...

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