Root had never had much of a taste for gambling. No particular reason, really—it just wasn’t her vice. Or, rather, it wasn’t one of her vices. She made hobbies of
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“Come on!” shouted Azriah. He was already up, Orne Tyn unsheathed in his hand. He didn’t wait before hurrying down the stands. It was slow going. Root hadn’t realized before
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When they left the racetrack, Root’s pockets were only lighter by the cost of her lunch, which she felt pretty good about, all things considered. Sure, she’d had fantasies of
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The following morning, they crossed the last stretch of desert in their final approach to Urk. The winds blew—not overly blusterous, but enough to kick up the sand and throw
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It took Tohlog some time to get all the necessary information sorted and printed onto the blank papers. Despite his urging, they’d decided to keep their real names for the