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There was a tower in a castle in the sands on the edge of the border Malina had never seen before, certainly not like this.
There was a room at the top of the tower, a room high up in an intact tower in a half-ruined castle.
There was a throne in the room, a cat on the throne, a sand-cat, who had not signed the Last Treaties.
And in the middle of the room was Malina.
There was only one chair, something Malina’s feet were protesting loudly. She considered the floor. She considered the cat.
She considered the windows – the glass was wavy and speckled, so that she couldn’t see through them – the piles of documents, the map in sand. Continue reading