8 Sentences from: Kaserie’s Choice
Kaserie’s shoulders bowed beneath the weight of two large buckets of water. She braced to avoid spillage as she maneuvered through the doorway of the inn’s kitchen. Once inside, she turned, cracking her shin against a stack of firewood. The thudding of logs rolling and tumbling from the pile drowned out her muttered oath. A cuff from Cook’s beefy hand jarred her head and Kaserie bit back a yelp of pain. She stumbled, spilling water.
Cook stood, jaw outthrust and hands lodged on her broad hips. “Careful, you filthy Kalieri slave,” she snarled, “mop up your mess, restack the wood, then finish filling the water-barrel.”
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