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The panorama of glass allowed dawn’s light to brighten the room. Dee hurried, ignoring this lower-level view that matched the one from her bedroom. Here, the tall windows buffered the sharp wind, but she wouldn’t be distracted by it. Not when she was so late.
The Rishi’s knees hung over the edge of the lofted second floor, telling that the matron had already nestled into her practice. Stripping her warm outer layers to throw them towards hooks set near the door, Dee hurried faster.
This second story, dedicated solely to contemplation, was where Asellus spent most of her time and where Dee spent each of her mornings. At first, Dee had dreaded this time, the forced stillness, hating the whirling thoughts she couldn’t escape. Nervous energy, spawned from ideas she didn’t want to face, m
