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It had not been a good week for Rachel. She could admit that to herself. For reasons various and sundry she knew that she should not be indoors. No, not when she was on edge and almost snarling at shadows...
But she was on shift. She had a Duty, and she would not abandon that, no matter how hard, personally, the endurance of walls.
And so, there was a security member in Bar, pacing with all the grace and energy of a caged panther. And if flame played upon her skin half the time, and swam in her hair...well, there were stranger things in Milliways.
But she was on shift. She had a Duty, and she would not abandon that, no matter how hard, personally, the endurance of walls.
And so, there was a security member in Bar, pacing with all the grace and energy of a caged panther. And if flame played upon her skin half the time, and swam in her hair...well, there were stranger things in Milliways.