“I let you all live. I now believe that was a mistake.” She turned back toward the door. “Guards!” she shouted.
They didn’t come.
“Perhaps they’re asleep?” I suggested.
She stomped back toward the doors and threw them open only to find me and her office facing her on the other side.
“Maybe they’re taking a deuce?” the reflection of me beyond her called. She looked from one to the other of me, stomped, and slammed the doors.
“You asked me a question once, long ago; nearly broke my mind in two trying to find the answers I didn’t know.”
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