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Jarl wasn’t joking about the don’t drown bit. At the front steps of the boarding house, a floor down, I encountered a world turned on its head. The water level lapped three steps up. Murk and gunk drifted in the high water.
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Late into the night, or maybe early into the morning, I put away my guitar and set my mandolin back in its cradle. The winds continued to slam the boarding house, but I could not keep my eyes open any longer. My shoulders were feeling better, for one having been bit a few hours before…
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I found myself in a small four-foot by four-foot by six-foot box of a room when I finally woke up. I guess they figured that by confining me to a small enough area that I wouldn’t be stupid enough to invoke anything that would take up too much space.
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I waited for Claude at the base of the stairs. I didn’t know if I was slotted for more quizzes, or if I could go, but I knew that I wasn’t going to wait very long to find out. I may not have memorized a lot of books, but I could at least remember enough…
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“Think he would fit in?” I tugged off a stack of gold rings upon entering one of my office chambers. “One way to find out.” Ptolemy grabbed the wab by the collar, pushing him against the wall.
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We left the building late into the afternoon. Maria Mater sighed heavily with disgust. “I hate dealing with the heads,” she grumbled as she led Cortex and me to a shaded spot in the courtyard garden.
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Well, I guess I wasn’t going to go take a quiz immediately. Mindy proved to be just another trial, another test. The guards led me to a small dorm room. Grey jail cell was more like it. There was a top level bunk bed with a desk and chair underneath it. Behind a curtain sat…
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The air lay hot and sticky at the tip of my tongue. High summer in the capital had finally made itself known. Nile bay was steaming under the dome panels. Our vents and fans had been malfunctioning for some time now, ever since my late father, the last Pharoah, had commanded troops in his youth.…
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The Chambers always made my skin crawl. It was a converted cathedral. The ceilings soared above me, and the main room that used to be the chapel echoed ominously. The stone brickwork was the washed-out ashen colour of corpses. The stained glass had been smashed out so long ago no one remembered. The glittering jagged…
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“You’re not joking. You’re seriously going to just leave me here?” I hissed between my teeth. Rowan and I stood in front of a pair of imposing doors. Laughter and the timbre of feet and music scratched along my nerve endings.
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