From writing today-
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A moment later the king looked up again, his jaw set, as if steeled against despair. “I try not to think of it directly, or I couldn’t do my job. I don’t have that luxury.” He glanced at Darya. “I have to do what I can to help her…. Which so far isn’t much.” His fist clenched, knuckles white. “If only I could lead an army in, guns blazing… But there’s no castle to storm. Just shifting shadows.” Anger flashed across his face. “I would turn myself in if there were no other way. But I can do more good like this…. In authority. It’s authority that matters, not my heritage… which won’t mean anything in a few years. I just have to find some sort of…inroad…. Something concrete. A path to their lair so I can burn it down.”
“I want to burn it down too,” said Jason.
