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Saxon
The path is dark, just pale moonlight illuminates our way along the street. Vera keeps her distance from behind, making sure we aren’t followed. Elgee is up ahead, checking there’s no trap waiting for us. I walk silently with Kerina. This is the most awkward I’ve felt with her. Perhaps it’s because she looks so damn pretty all dressed up tonight. She looks like the Primo Dictor’s daughter should. I’m reminded of the role she was born into. We might never have met if she hadn’t been abandoned at birth. She should be greeting guests right now in the foyer as they arrive. She could be standing alongside her parents and maybe even siblings.
‘Hey, I just thought of something. The Primo Dictor and his wife never had any more children after you,’ I say.
‘One Okodee born was probably
