Chapter Eleven
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AshThe Marquis did not return for some time. When, eventually, he deigned to honour us with his presence, he waddled straight to the controls, pressed a few haphazard buttons, then stood watching the incessant rain beat against the craft's window.
Raphael said nothing, preferring to keep his nervous fingers busy by tapping out an annoying Flamenco rhythm on his thighs.
I ignored both, my attention focused on the limp Sunyin. He hung from Raphael's seat head slumped against a console of flickering lights. There was no point wasting words on him, he wouldn't have heard them.
As always, I soon tired of it all. The craft was like a morgue inhabited by the ghosts of those I most detested and then some. There was nothing for it but to make the most of my one freedom: my m
