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I closed my eyes, surrendering to the stream of hot water kneading my tired muscles. The Archivist had the most amazing shower, miles better than the ones we had in our communal student bathrooms. I was only slightly jealous.
Rather than stay with the teachers on the top floor of the Academy, he had his own little studio flat just next door from the Archive. Since I didn't want to be seen, this was perfect for cleaning up and feel human again. I didn't know how Heather had survived for decades without hot showers. Or maybe she'd built her own, who knew. I'd been too tired last night to ask for anything more than the cloth and the bowl of warm water she’d given me.
I stretched my arms and arched my back against the wall. The hot water helped soothe the tension in my body, but
