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Stains and lower trials
by afrai

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They found Lady Hisana a stool despite the third seat's protests: the servants, hardened into an immovable feudalism, agreed with him, but not even they could stand up to that impenetrable humility. Oppressed by the consciousness of wrong, he drooped under the lady's attentions.

"I thought Captain looked all right," he said. Hisana plucked another bright petal from his hair.

"My lord is ... particular in these matters."

"Are you sure you don't want me to sit down or something? That stool doesn't look very -- "

"Hisana will manage." The blade glinted between white fingers. "Splinters are the least she's dealt with."

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