Mark me, we'll pay large. Hurrying along the palace corridors, Min ignored greetings from half a dozen Maidens she knew, just trotted right by without a word in return, never considering that she was being rude. This time, she did sound penitent. The city seemed harder than stone, a bruising place, and shadows stretching across everything heightened the effect.
Or rather, he tried to shout; choking made it come out in a wheeze. Please help us. Instead he sat his saddle at the edge of the wagons and sent his eyes anywhere else, though the view everywhere made him want to sick up. Very much as though he was weaving threads, Min realized.
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