Arayah

 

 

I’m back at the Alchemoni; at the very heart of the sanctuary, pacing back and forth like a mad man, walking up and down the lounging area of the Primus’ quarters relentlessly, creating an invisible pathway in the gold-embellished floors.

Honestly, I want to collapse on the spot, just let go and fall right here and now, but I can’t stop moving. I can’t bring myself to stay still, to quit being so restless even though my legs feel twenty times their weight and each of my toes seems to sink further and further into the ground with every step.

If I don’t stop soon, I’m going to end up digging a really deep channel in this regal, off-limits sector, and while the Primus may not mind a new foot trail in his hallway, the Alchemoni Keepers won’t be so pleased with me redecorating the sanctuary’s floors—and neither will those pompous Scribes.

Especially them.

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