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January 4 - January 4, 2024
She wished that she had such a tool as Eugenides to use against him, but only Eddis had the tradition of a Queen’s Thief.
Once, as a child, she’d thrown her slipper in a rage and had knocked an amphora of oil from its pedestal. The amphora had been a favorite of hers. It had smashed, and the scent of the hair oil inside had lingered for days. She remembered the scent still, though she didn’t know what in the stinking cell had brought it to mind.

