The Bite Of My Mate
she said, her tone cautious.
Lucy bent down, gripping the side of the wooden bowl. The stench made her stomach churn but forced herself to focus. With a grunt, she lifted the bowl, balancing its weight against her upper chest and shoulders. It was heavier than she had expected but she gritted her teeth and started toward the stable door.
The bright sunlight outside momentarily blinded her as she stepped into the open. The guards were still patrolling, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. Lucy avoided their gazes, her heart pounding as she made her way towards the disposal pit at the far end of the yard.
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