Marguerite groans. She is someplace cool, hard and quiet. She sits up slowly, “I think I’ve missed a step.” She fell into a well. A well? Really?
Veronica’s voice corrects, “It’s better than being dinner.”
“Only just; that’s the last time I play follow the leader with you,” she touches her head gingerly. And she’d just bathed the
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