Chapter Thirteen
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Botanical“First stop, the botanical gardens.”
“The what?” I said, my head still spinning with his revelations.
“Oh, just follow me.” The Britannian waddled off with me in tow. “The youth of today,” he chuntered.
Walter led us through Gorgon's palace with the assuredness of a man who had done so many times before. He navigated the obsidian and ivory halls as though a rabbit in a burrow knowing every bolt hole and every secret entrance. Despite having declared his new resolve as though a thing of great urgency, he, at best, sauntered, and, at worst, dallied his way up and down the many staircases, taking ninety-degree corners at will. If we'd popped out in front of our own bedrooms having gone full circle, I would not have been at all surprised. Not that I would hav
