Chapter 22

It was a simple interaction. I walked past a worker carrying warm linens, and the scent of lavender wafting off of them was calming. My linens didn’t smell like that, and I would like it if they did, so I stopped her.

“Excuse me,” I said. “Do you work in the laundry?”

“No, Luna,” the middle-aged ...

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