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Finding her room
*Tia* With my coins nestled in my skirt pocket, I spend half an hour in the library looking over the books, striving to find something to read, to occupy my time. But it isn’t the assortment of literature I want to explore. It’s the residence itself, even if it’s nothing more than a series of locked doors. Except that the locks have keys. I make my way down to the kitchens and find Mrs. Barnaby rocking in a chair in her office, sipping a cup of tea. “Mrs. Barnaby,” I say. The older she-wolf’s eyes widen, and she shoves herself to her feet, her bones creaking along the way. “My princess.” “Mrs. Barnaby, I’d like to borrow your keys for a spell.” Much as she had the day before, the housekeeper slaps her hand against the large ring. “They’re my responsibility.” “Yes, I know. And I will
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