Twenty Six.
"I'm not a f*****g tutor." Hammie grumbles from the floor below me, all four limbs extended in a post-nap stretch. "He really thinks I have time in between guarding you to rehearse rituals with you?" He sputters, flopping around until he reaches the book he had been given by Ben that morning when he'd arrived. Wanting me to be ready for the next ritual, what felt like the hundredth one to come. His words were casual, asking Hamilton to read through the booklet with me, but he had read into the simple task. I snort, blowing a cooling breath on the steaming mug in my lap. The two of us had a pretty lazy day, it was actively snowing today. There seemed to be so much here, I didn't quite understand how it piled up. But seeing the thick flakes fall sideways in the storm outside, I could see
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