“What prejudice shall we give the moon, when it is beautiful but a big part of it is hidden away?”
CHAPTER XI: The March to the Downtown; People Wear the Most Wicked of All
WHEN THE LUNCH was over, it was already around four in the afternoon. Now, it was late. But at least it was perfect for a long march down the slope since the sun was already getting low, hiding behind the far mountains that my eyes could no longer see further.
We were readying ourselves. We were groomed again, right on the spot after we stood up from our chairs. It was not like they changed everything about us— they just put a cape on my back as well as to the King’s and Queen’s, then the crowns. It felt weird when placed on top of my head— kind of weighty but perfect
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