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Chapter 17
God Mervous didn't go back to his bed.He stood in the same spot since the sound of the guards' footsteps had faded away at the end of the corridor, in the middle of the room, in darkness pierced only by one small candle whose flame was almost gone, his hands still clenched at his sides.His thoughts spun.He tried to convince himself once more. That voice could belong to anyone. There were hundreds of slaves in this complex, maybe more. There was no strong enough reason to immediately conclude that the person just dragged off by three guards in that corridor was Edrick, the thin man with kind eyes who smuggled apples in a worn cloth and said hang in there like it was the only thing he knew.But that name.Kayrus.Of all the names someone searching for a friend in the middle of the night, in a corridor he had no business entering, could have said, that was the one that came out.God Mervous walked toward the window, looking out. The night sky was still the same, indifferent stars, an
Chapter 16
Edrick didn't sleep again that night.Not because his mind was too busy like the nights before, this time it was different. This time there was something concrete he was holding onto, something real and something he could aim for. No longer just a resolve floating without direction.The last room at the end of the south corridor.Those words were driven into his mind like a nail into wood. Every time he tried to redirect his thoughts, the words pulled him back, patiently, stubbornly, in a way that gave him no choice but to keep thinking about them.But alongside that, doubt didn't leave either.That guard, the young man with unreadable eyes, could have been baiting him. Giving information specific enough to sound convincing, easy enough to follow, then waiting around the corner to catch him showing up in the wrong place with intentions he couldn't explain.That was the most logical thing for someone to do if they wanted to trap a slave who had repeatedly behaved suspiciously.But then
Chapter 15
Edrick didn't sleep well that night.Every time his eyes were about to close, the sound came back — a fragment of voice from behind a door in the quiet corridor of the east wing, low and measured, familiar in a way he couldn't just brush off. He turned over on the straw, facing the wall, facing the ceiling, then facing the wall again.Around him, the other slaves slept the deep sleep that only belongs to people too exhausted to dream.Edrick wasn't that lucky.By the time dawn began seeping through the gaps in the barrack's wooden walls, Edrick was already sitting up. His eyes were heavy, but his head was too busy to let his body rest any longer.He didn't regret going yesterday. But he knew he had to be more careful. More patient. More deliberate.The problem was he didn't know where to start.The day unfolded like any other on the surface — the slaves woken, marched out, directed to their work areas with orders that never changed in tone. Edrick lifted stones, moved timber, cleared
Chapter 14
Edrick had made his decision.It wasn't a decision that came suddenly — not like lightning striking in a clear sky. The decision had come slowly, dripping little by little over the past several days, like water seeping through cracks in stone until the drops finally accumulated enough to fill a pool.Asking the guards hadn't worked. Bribery hadn't worked. Begging hadn't worked.So he would do it himself. His own way.---The opportunity came on the fourth day after he'd made that decision, a day when the slaves' work schedule was changed because a large shipment of building materials had to be unloaded on the west side of the compound. All the guards were redirected there, leaving several watch posts on the east side with unusual gaps.Edrick had noticed it since morning.He worked with his head down and his body moving like a machine, lifting, moving, lifting again, while his eyes kept scanning. The pattern of guard rotations. The corners invisible from any watch post. The gap betwee
Chapter 13
Libradon had never visited Teresa's room without a clear reason.Not because he lacked the right, this was his palace, every corner and every room belonged to him, including the room he had allowed Teresa to occupy since many years ago. But there was an unwritten boundary between them that had formed not from rules, but from a habit maintained so long it had come to feel like an agreement. Teresa did not enter his study without an invitation. He did not enter her room without a purpose that could be stated plainly.This morning, he broke that.He walked along the corridor of the east wing with steps he kept looking unhurried, not rushed, not like someone who had been thinking about this since before dawn and had only found sufficient reason somewhere between his first sips of wine. Two guards followed behind at a comfortable distance. As usual. As though this were a visit he had not planned at all.Libradon stopped before Teresa's door.Through the wood that had not been fully shut, h
Chapter 12
That morning, for the first time since he had woken in this room, God Mervous tried to sit up.Not because he felt sufficiently recovered. Far from it. This body still felt like ruins that had not yet finished collapsing, every small movement reminding him of wounds that had not closed, every deep breath feeling as though something was gripping from inside his ribs and refusing to let go. But lying still without doing anything was beginning to feel more torturous than the pain itself. He had spent too long on his back staring at the ceiling, letting his thoughts circle the same place without going anywhere.*Enough.* He pushed his body slowly upward, bracing on his right elbow. The muscles along his back protested immediately, a sharp pulse radiating from his left shoulder down beneath his shoulder blade, making him stop for several seconds, waiting for the sensation to ease slightly before continuing.Finally he managed to sit upright, his back resting against the cold wall behind th
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