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We move quickly through the castle, keeping our heads down. We escape through the gates, telling the guards the same lie as the last one. We work for the kitchens and needed to get more supplies for the supper. If the guards showed any type of hesitation at all, we quickly reminded them how important it was that the dinner is perfection after Emilienne’s death. The road to the castle seems longer than it did before. Each step seems to take longer than the last. The cold seeps in through my clothing, even though we’re halfway through spring. The wind cuts through the trees on the side of the road, an eerie creaking filling the air. I can’t imagine having to take this walk in the middle of the winter. We navigate to the city square. It buzzes with the same horrendous crowds, the continuous
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