I sneak in to grab a few things from my room. I am not due back here for another week or so and do not want to arouse suspicion. No one recognizes me anyway. I turn the corner and a few folks look up but say nothing. There is perhaps a faint glimmer of recognition but no greetings, no definite acknowledgments. I enter my room to find it empty. Everything that they had assigned to me is gone; only my own things remain — a stack of books and a few trinkets. My things are lined up along the wall as if still contained on their bookshelf. I grab a few items up into my arms (none of which I had originally come for) and try to leave the way I came.
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