Harrow nods, unable to argue with any of that. Gideon had hated the Ninth, the gloom of Drearburh and the ceaseless, torturous grind of her days; Harrow hadn't understood it, chose not to understand it while exploiting that hate to her own ends at the same time, but she'd been just as much witness to it as anyone else.
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Date: 2021-07-05 05:58 pm (UTC)"You do it well."