After two days of working, I decided that I could not do this. At least three times a day, I climbed up and down four flights of stairs, driving my feet crazy. They were swelling to the point where my shoes were fitting tightly, and the blisters had opened, causing the new skin to become infected. Every time I had to bend over for something, I felt the gash on my back reopen and the cold sensation of blood trickling out. Whenever I had to reach for something above my head, it felt like someone was stabbing me between each rib. At this point, I was sure swallowing shards of glass would have felt better. Despite my injuries, I did not falter with my tasks. Or at least I tried my best not to stutter. Annika had caught me limping on my feet, gasping for air, or grimacing in pain on more than one occasion. She kept harassing me about seeing the pack’s doctor, but I kept ignoring her and returning to my task. I ensured that the King had his meals on time and that his study was cleaned and
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