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The jester smiled up at the queen. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, bowing. "I didn't rightly mean to offend. I'd appreciate it if you didn't send me to the chambers." The queen scoffed; what an intolerable little dolt. "To the chambers with you, little pest. Out of my sight, now, guards. And bring me some tea." The jester grinned, but quickly changed his expression to one of shock and horror, adding pleas of forgiveness. He knew she wouldn't let him back; but then again, to the chambers is exactly where he wanted to go.
"I'm expecting him to come any moment."
"Well, that's...good." Actually, it wasn't. That meant we only had a few moments to search the house, grab the memory card, meet back up outside, and get out of here.
The man had a slight accent. He said, "There's a strange spirit along these chores." I knew what he meant, but Serena was confused momentarily before I clarified in a whisper for her. He continued, "Some people accuse the spirit of stealing, and recently, murder..."
The color is all I've ever seen. Every tree, rock, chair, table, person, everything I've seen, I see it as maroon. I don't know why; the doctors say it's like a glitch in my brain. People have tried to explain to me what red and green and yellow look like, and I just can't understand. So eventually, I just stopped mentioning it, and people forgot. I never knew it could be this important.
Cast out into the desert, Kayln had no choice but to move forward and to hope that somewhere in the direction she headed some salvation waited. She had one small bag and her wits to keep her alive, and she hoped it would be enough to keep her alive.
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