“The last six months I was given the order to guard the Wolf Door. Do you know of it?” Keema shook his head. “It is a door, deep below the palace. It is the most treasured area of the capital. And it is where She was kept.” He nodded to the back of the wagon, as if the She of his tale needed any clarification. “Every six months a new guard is ordered to stand before the door, and for six months, that guard is the only person who stands between the world and the heart of the Throne.” He shrugged. “It’s more a symbol than anything. A rite of passage. It was my turn to be that guard before all
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