work harder
The rush of thoughts was unpleasant. A rush of blood.
Kill all the lawyers. She's coming up the stair- | Give her the key. | How many hours has it been?
A fade of blood.
King sat on the framework, waiting for Female Knight to wade her way through the pressing throng. Four fingers tapped nervously against the rough craftsmanship. | wine | The glass rattled as the fist knocked on the wood impatiently.
"I'm home, King."
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