“Sixty-eight hours, three minutes, and fourteen seconds had passed since Lothaire left me in the room with the kings and told me to wait.
Not that I was counting.
The room was dark and cold. Soft snores sounded from across the room. The kings were asleep or dead.
I prayed that their wheezing was a symptom of rigor mortis.”
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Jasmine Mas,
Psycho Devils