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Chelsa let out a deep exhalation "The air is so much better in here It’s always a relief to come in Outside is so--so fecund and disorderly"

Orderliness appeared to be a desirable trait Chelsa shared with Agemon

The corridor rose toward a round antechaainst it Several corridors spoked off froht of Prince Aan knew, Heroes Avenue, which led to the resting places of Sacoridia’s long dead heroes, including the First Rider, Lil Ambrioth In the chalyphs and runes There was no coffin on it, but a pair of phosphorene laainst the heavy cold that penetrated through her damp clothes She hadn’t even her jacket, which re Cade’s head She shivered

"Here," Joff said, re it over her shoulders "This will not be the first time you’ve worn our black"

"Thank you," she said "It is not" She wrapped the cloak around her, grateful for its warmth Yes, she reflected, these people were not from her time, but of it They knew the past in a way that the professor never would fro up These people lived the past

"Serena," Chelsa said, and the female Weapon stepped forward "Could you please fetch one of the surgeons to tend Sir Karigan’s friend?"

The Weapon nodded, and headed down the lit corridor at a trot Joff, meanwhile, produced a pair of chairs froht thean and Chelsa could sit He then posted himself by the wall

Chelsa placed her portfolio on the coffin rest

"How have you survived all these years?" Karigan asked as she seated herself

Chelsa smiled, and when she pushed her hood back, it revealed that she was indeed young looking, and not just on account of the non-wrinkling properties of the toan did not expect in a caretaker Not that she was any judge--she’d only emon, every one of them sepulchral in disposition

"Secrecy, of course," Chelsa replied, "and we’ve always had Helpers on the outside Froins"