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Marek’s firm grip on my arm doesn’t release until I’m in the room. 

The one he has brought me to is unfamiliar, likely in the servants quarters. The fawn brown curtains have already been drawn, the room relying on just one full light to chase away the shadows. A single cot bed is pushed up against the far wall, dressed in plain white linen sheets, next to a sturdy bedside table. 

That’s it. And a pair of chairs. 

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