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Chapter 34 The New Game
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The buzzer woke Muneer at dawn.

He sat up. The room was white. The walls were white. The light was white. Everything was white.

He had not slept.

He stood. He splashed water on his face. He looked in the mirror. His eyes were red. His face was pale. He looked like a ghost.

He walked to the door. It opened.

The masked man was waiting.

"Follow," he said.

Muneer followed.

---

The hallway was long. White. Endless. They passed doors. Rooms. Other players. Their faces were pale. Their eyes were hollo
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