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We practiced hand-to-hand combat, learned new methods from established gangs, and tried out new ideas, all to defend our territory in the aqueducts. Why anyone called these underground ruins “aqueducts,” I had no idea, because no water had run through them for as long as anyone remembered, besides which, they were too large for aqueducts. We never bothered to cut it, but I tied mine back when it annoyed me. In the end, he won four rounds, Jadix won two, and they passed on the rest. Saying what he meant to me is hard even now, nearly thirty years later. Not Jak.” I had no idea why Jak hadn’t shown up for our workout. Our fight had stirred up a cloud of dust, mostly red, with glints of blue from traces of azurite. I catch you pinching my food again, I let my punkers work you the hell over. At the age of fifteen, I knew only that he and I had a lot to discover about each other. We ran hard, we ran for the sheer pleasure of speed, and we ran to outpace the death grasping at our heels. More and more lately, he disappeared, for hours, even days at a time. The small lamp on my wrist gauntlet created a sphere of light around us, with darkness beyond. It floated in the air, gradually settling back onto the ground. However, I’ve done my best to stay true to the way I thought in those days. We sat on the ground, and while he cleaned dust off the pipes with his various brushes, I drank my fill of the water he’d brought. He claimed we spoke different “dialects” of the same language, whatever that meant, but it had taken me a while to get used to his heavy accent. “Old pipes.” Well, yah, of course they were old pipes. For spoken words, I’ve used the Undercity manner of speech. “I think these conduits are even older than the last ones you showed me,” he said. Orin wasn’t fooled by my attempts to look as if I had no interest. “I’ll bet this was a maintenance room in the aqueducts, thousands of years ago.” I frowned at all his unnecessary syllables. They were here when our ancestors came.” “Who build?