In my mind's eye, I pulled my shirts and dresses down the closet bar and removed my wedding dress from the very back of the closet. It has been hanging there for almost five years. I paused, a nagging question bubbling up next to the image. But why am I keeping this?
Exhaustion drags at his movement. His body cries out for rest. If he stays still for another minute, he will curl up and sleep until morning. Until the Merchant marches in.
He crouches in his lair under the left side of the desk. Remara told him that the whole room is dark except near her, but he feels more comfortable knowing he's beneath a structure, deep in its all-encompassing shadow. He will enter from here.
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The door slams, jolting Ha'Drak awake. He jerks, nearly tilting the statue he's curled around, but he stays put, his heart pounding. The air pressure changes as something large looms over him.