Teekla held her hands to the small flame of the candle on the
table.
Her breath blew puffs of clouds in the air and her
tired eyes looked around the empty room of Raven's Lodge. She pulled
a pocketwatch from the inside pocket of her coat, her stiff fingers
prying open the lid to see the time.
3AM...
She
looked up at the mechanical sound of a miniature golem's steps echoed
in the dark. She was grateful for the porcelain cup of steaming tea
her reliable droid brought to her, clutching it greedily with both
hands.
“Thank you, Dory.”
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