Deimos was exhausted. She had met and interacted with more strangers in the last few hours than she had in her entire preceding life. She piled food onto her plate and dug in, hoping against hope that no one would be oblivious enough to interrupt her meal. Dressed as she was in a tunic made … Continue reading Chapter 23
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