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16 - 16 - There were no physical examinations the next day. Instead they started work on her mind. Paskia was led to a small room containing only a table and three chairs. Two were already taken, one by a short woman with long, straight hair that covered part of her face, and the other by a taller woman, younger but with a stern expression, and a gaze that moved constantly from Paskia to the screen in her hand. The older woman spoke first, and her voice was kind. “Ah, Paskia! Please, take a seat. And thank you, Farrock, for bringing her so promptly. I’m sure she appreciates your diligence, is that not so, my dear?” “Thank you, yes, of course,” Paskia muttered, unsure what she was answering, or if answers were expected of her. She sat in the last chair, opposite the older woman, with
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