It took two guiding arms to help Pertuda down the stairs, rather than the one for ascension. Anjeanette and Kester hung by her sides, making the sluggish trek across each
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They had fifteen minutes to wait before the next signal, the next cue to motion. Root wanted to spend them sitting down—maybe with her head on the table, a quick
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Root snorted another seed. It hurt just as bad as the first time. “Damn it, this is the worst job,” she muttered. “Fuck you.” “You’re doing great,” responded the king
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Root stood at the side of the courtyard nearest the front foyer with Saly, who was a less aggravating conversational partner than many of Root’s other options. Which was not