Spoils of War 26: Evil

[aldersprig]

First: Spoils of War I: Surrender

PLEASE NOTE: I WENT BACK TO THE END OF CHAPTER 21 AND AM REWRITING FROM THAT POINT. 

“Urgh.”  She sat in the sun a day later, chemistry books stacked around her, glaring across the street at the town’s little library.  “None of this is useful.”

“Well, it’s not magic.”  Ford Tejas-Dottir had turned out to be an amazing woman, someone who had at one point been stout, from the looks of her, but carried thinness comfortably.  “I’m not sure how you expect it to translate over, exactly…?”

 

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