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41. A Weight

Author: Erika Lana Bell
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-17 12:20:00

I pick up the weapon, turn, slowly, my fingers brushing the edge of the dagger as I meet the eyes of the older maid. It’s the older maid—the one I decided I liked, purely because of her personality. The one who insisted I keep her boss on his toes.

She walks farther into the room, a basket of cleaning supplies tucked under one arm, and she glances at me with that same half-annoyed, half-curious expression she seems to carry each time she sees me.

“He sees everything around here,” she states, not stopping as she moves to the shelves and begins dusting the handles of pistols like she’s straightening teacups. “Even when you think he’s not watching.”

I let go of the knife.

“I figured,” I mutter, stepping back, eyes scanning the ceiling again. “Hale’s too careful to leave this place wide open without a reason.”

She doesn’t comment. Instead, she hums and keeps cleaning.

The silence stretches long enough to feel almost as if she has forgotten my existence.

Then she says it—quiet, plain, like
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