Drama
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Chapter 04 – Don Giovanni
Oeuf scanned the dining room before ushering Askatla ahead of himself. The room was just as she had left it, the picture of neo-baroque ostentatiousness that her father had enforced after centuries of “modernist bastardisation” as he called it. Gone were the wall-to-wall carpets and monochromatic geometric furniture, replaced by hardwood polished to a mirror…
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Chapter 03 – Your Role
Askatla’s face fell as Prometheus’ silhouette melted into shadow beyond the reach of the soft light that leaked out the library windows. Her father’s personal guard who was not presently attending to the unconscious figure on the floor rounded the far side of the desk, closed the bullet-proof windows, and drew the curtains, bringing a…
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Chapter 01 – Shadow’s Shadow
The soft click of the door latch brought Askatla the silence she had craved since the start of a disastrous dinner to which she greatly regretted having accepted her father’s invitation, a dinner at which her father had never appeared. Releasing a small sigh, she resignedly tapped across the library, around the immense mahogany desk…