The company runs through the police complex, heading for Ada's room. Torhan pauses only long enough at Gis's office to ask for a warhorse.
"Of course, Torhan, it will be waiting for you."
They throw the door open to Ada's cell. She stands up, startled from her reverie in a comfortable chair. The dress, the mask... everything as it was with Ada when you left her. The floor is strewn with little folded paper cranes, but the area around Ada and her chair has been cleared.
She mouths something silently, in shock, for a moment, then smiles and says, "Um... Hello, officers. Am I free to go? I've been here all day." She puts on a wide smile, the corners of her mouth extending past the edges of the butterfly of her mask.
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And oh, what a smile it is. Those sweet lips, so kissable... For a moment Torhan imagines himself embracing Ada and partaking of a cherry-tasting kiss of crystals...
By Ezra, that's not Ada. That's Sasha.
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