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Genna readied herself for the next visit, doing her best to plan what she would say. She hoped it was Kharem, but a part of her knew it would be Garrick, and she shrunk inside at the thought of what he’d do once she gave him what he wanted.
But when the door opened, it was only a couple of troopers bringing a bowl of something lukewarm and with a vaguely rancid smell. She ate it anyway. What did it matter if she was ill? It would soon be over.
She had nothing left. She was nothing. All those years of anguish and struggle, and she was going to die in here, alone and forgotten. A nobody. Just another b****y victory for Garrick.
wasThe broth, or whatever it was, unsettled her stomach, and she lay down, on her side because it felt more comfortable to bring her knees up close. It
