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A few minutes ago, anyway, Edmund came back to his room. It’s a small steel room. It’s really more of a prison cell.

The door had been locked and sealed before the Keepers’ House came for him, but it wasn’t the first time. It wasn’t even the second, third, fourth, or seventeenth time.

People are always locking the door to keep him in and piling ever-more-extreme seals and magic chains and such on it, which he dismisses as roguish scampishness or wayward hijinx on the part of the administration when he deigns to notice it at all.

He came back to his room.

Saul was sitting on the bare cot in the middle. He stood up.

Wham!

Right in the mouth.

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