“Are you talking to yourself?” Marcelline calls from the window in the kitchen, close enough that she doesn’t have to scream. “Yes, Marcelline, I am. You won’t give me a guided tour so I’m making it up as I go along.” In truth, I’ve already scouted out the Asphodel three times since the day Kal left me in our room. I hadn’t planned on another round across the acreage, but since the internet here is spotty at best and I’m not fully interested in continuing the program I’m currently enrolled in at Boston U, I figured why not. Marcelline, despite being a permanent fixture in the renovated hotel,
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