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IT WAS TWO GIRLS FROM the southern kingdoms screaming. The third, the one from Vol was on the floor. The young Vol—white from the top of her head to her toes—seemed without life. Rasha was the first to reach her and remembered to check for a pulse. It was a fast but uneven pulse. Her skin was clammy to the touch.
"Get a doctor,” Rasha said to the nearest person.
Jak joined her on the floor and checked her body for injury.
"Nothing," he said.
"No, look at her lips, they're turning blue. We need to get her to her room and keep her isolated from the others," Rasha said.
"I've taken care of that,” Bashir said as two guards came through with a small cot and put the girl on it. They carried her to her room. The festivities came to a halt and everyone retired to their rooms. No one would
