Chapter Twenty-One
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FamilyBemused, Linka led me away. We slipped from the throne room and into Shangri-La's dark corridors. Along the winding passages, she swept, me in tow until we reached a door of a certain solidity.
“Are you ready, Jean?” she purred.
“For what?”
“Me.”
The look in her eyes said I had no choice. The force of her grip as she dragged me into the room confirmed it.
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“I don't think those kinds of shenanigans are allowed in a place of worship.”
“Morning, Walter.”
“Is it?” Merryweather flapped his arms at the fog in a vain attempt to clear a view. “I see you're on your own.”
“Just about see I'm on my own,” I corrected.
“Tee-hee.”
“Linka's resting.”
“I'm not surprised. Goddamn disgraceful, you should be ashamed!”
“Couldn't you sleep?” I said, ignoring him
