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"Chiiiiirreeeee!" Tobias Finch, a short boy of twelve wearing a blinding white mask, swiveled his head to locate the sound. "Chiiiiirrreeeeee!" It was behind him. He tumbled off the roof he'd been lounging on and slid down a ladder that had been charred at the edges. He hit the ground with a roll and dusted the soot off his hands as he walked over to the boy standing at the corner. His mouth twitched into a smile underneath his mask. It was Bego, the stonemason's newest apprentice. Tobias had known him since he was young. "What word, Bego?" The twelve year old asked the older boy. The strange bird-call meant that this was business. "Naug