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Saxon
Elgee and I make our way through the community. The streets are full of people and lanterns are strung between the buildings.
‘What’s the occasion?’ I ask a young girl.
Her round brown eyes stare at me in disbelief. ‘It’s the annual ball.’
‘Do you have a ticket?’
The girl laughs. ‘No silly. Only friends of the Primo Dictor get invited. They’ve already started to arrive.’
I scratch my chin. ‘Hmm, maybe I should become friends with him, what do you think?’
The girl claps her hands. ‘Yes, you should! I’m going to marry a Dictor one day. Then I can get invited and our whole family can go.’
‘Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?’ I reach into my pocket and retrieve a token for the girl. ‘Here, buy yourself a treat instead.’
The girl snatches it. ‘Thank you!’
I turn to Elgee
