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Saxon
It’s hard to tell how long they’ve had me in this room. It’s bright white, a contrast to how my face must look. The only furniture is the table in front of me, the chair I sit on, and another one opposite me. The decor is quite different to the dull confines of the chambers in Nevertyre.
A lone Agent stands guard near the door, but he takes no notice of me. The white wall in front of him holds his attention, rather than the prisoner before him. There are no restraints on me, yet I feel weighted down in this restricted space. Perhaps that is their intention.
‘How long do I have to stay here?’
The guard looks straight ahead, ignoring the question.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. I stretch out my neck, tipping it from side to side. It seems hours since I saw Kerina get
