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"You’re soyou don’t like about theh my hair as she comes to sit on the arm of my chair

"They’re too obedient"

"Ah, so that’s why you like"Statues are a bad idea Too easy to deface Vandals could give you a mustache or breasts at their leisure Risky proposition, breasts"

"Could be worse"

"Well, there nothing worse than a row one I think it’s htly as she settles in on the metal chair next to me "His sisters will sort that out"

She looks around at the islation that the Reforut the Departy, restructure the Board of Quality Control"--she looks around the Pot--"change the way this meat shop is run You see the supply stores in this place? Food enough for seven years, yet they keepout their acquisition orders I took a look at their files The MineMagistrate’s ski the supplies on the black ht ouldn’t notice Probably because soht palms to make sure no one ever noticed All while he has a malnourished population Corruption everywhere"

She wrinkles her nose and flicks a piece of flaking paint fro happen withthe Forbidden Song," I say after a moment Her eyes open wider as she scans the crowd beneath

"These poor people"

She watchesexpectantly for what I have to say But there are no words left Only so to show I take her hand and stand "Co

I’ve never felt fear like this

Lykos is dark at night Lights all turned down so the Reds don’t go htshifts weave silks, mine soil But here in this wide tunnel, there is noold terrafor holos and the hu is silent beside ravBoots to the Co us nearly invisible to the lingering drunks sluallows steps I hear the tension in her silence and wonder what she thinks

My heart runs wild inhas to hear it as we enter Larew fro lower Rope bridges and pulley systeloith Octavia au Lune’s face is an ancient relic, pixelspeers around, cloak deactivated Her eyes dance fro wonderful It didn’t occur to me a Gold would ever find interest in a sie that leads to my old hoe now I forgot I had gravBoots Mustang doesn’t use hers either She follows behind and dusts off her hands as shewhere the thin metal door to my old family home has been cut into the wall

"Darrow," she says so quietly, "how do you knohere you’re going?"

My hands tremble