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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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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 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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“You kidnapped a Live out of Sante Fe forest and you want me to hide him for you?” An older woman’s voice woke me from a gloriously empty sleep. I found I was sleeping on a three person couch that smelled faintly of rose and thrift shop.
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Coming to was like that morning after I was welcomed on board ship by Captain and the crew. Homegrown hooch with anchovies. Unstable, my stomach wanted to live outside of my body and my brain was wrapped around an anchor. The storm threw buckets at the windows of Jarl’s apartment. He had rolled towels and…
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“Jarl, I need a room!” I demanded as the door pulled open beneath my fist. “Marin, what is with banging on my door in the middle of-” my brother’s eyes settled on what was draped on my back.
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It wasn’t for a lack of trying. I pushed. I fought. I wrote letters. I showed up. I begged. I did what I could. Yet, my desire for a fine arts degree fell apart. I worked for the pharmacist during the days when I wasn’t working over dad’s farm to save up for the impossible.…
Chapel Orahamm 