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A Walk In The Grounds
A Walk In The Grounds The next day proceeded as she’d said it would and after the morning’s lessons I was freed from the faux file case. Bertram took me to the front hall and there fastened my hobble leash to a ring set into the floor, inside the closet so that I only had about a metre of freedom. I stood quietly while she took a heavy black cape from its hanger, then draped it over my shoulders. My hearing was returned with a painful, electronic snap. “Miss Chrystal, it is time for you to be taken on your excursion in the gardens!” she said brightly. “Now, I want you to remain still while I dress you, then we’ll go for a nice walk. You’ve been kept inside the house for a very long time and so it will be a nice change, I’m sure.” The cape was designed without arm slits, being, in effect
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