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“You will need to tell him, Saeesar. It will do him no good to learn you are Fomorii, a child of Domnu and not a child of Llyr,” a low voice said over me in the dark. I had been asleep on Saeesar, heading out to sea. Now, I found myself stationary.
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The chuckle that followed me into the dark left my skin tingling. Maybe I’d gained some bit of respect from Rowan. I’d never hit someone before and my fingers throbbed enough to tell me Wallace hadn’t either. I didn’t really want to repeat the experience.
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Morning felt like it came too early. Though the artificial sun indicated it was six, I still bemoaned the night going by too quickly. My neck ached from not moving. I had been tired. After my lashing out from the day before, I was guaranteed to be exhausted. The shower did little to ease the…
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I dropped my bags next to the shoe rack when the door clicked behind us. A sigh escaped me as I absorbed the gentle light of the setting sun in the courtyard. This had to be one of the more beautiful times of day to see the apartment.
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My room was on the third floor of the north end of the old factory. We kept guest rooms up on that floor for when we had Caeruleum visitors come in. Rescues didn’t often get lodged in the factory until they had been vetted. Maria Mater had made an exception for me with Sanctus. Seeing…
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“A little Simil for a big Simil?” I posited to the Mad Hatter. “Benefit the system, and the system benefits you.” He plucked at a grape. It slipped past his fork to roll to the other side of his plate. Baffled disappointment creased his features.
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It seemed that the hallways were perpetually empty. Maybe it was that the complex was so vast that it distributed people well enough to make it rare for more than a couple of people to occupy the halls at any one time. I was perpetually amazed at the layout of the tunnels. There were no…
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I woke to a beautiful sunrise. Maybe it had all been a dream. That’s what I deluded myself with as I wallered around in the comfort of my warm blankets. The longer I kept my eyes shut, the longer I could just think it was all a nightmare, gone with the morning light. Eventually though,…
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“That witch was sure as hell tripped out on something. Are you sure you want to go along with a twenty-plus-year-old prophecy that was probably just the delusional ravings of a mushroom-hopped, senile, old lady?” I settled back into our nest of crates in the dungeon-like room. “Then again. Don’t want to ruin a good…
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