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She raised an eyebrow, sticking her hands in her pockets. "Why were you shot?"
"Mmhm. All apprentices have to create a personal automaton to be put in front of a panel of judges to become a journeyman," he said, folding his...
"It was awful."
"How long have you been dead? How did you die?" she asked, tipping her head back to look at the space they were in.
He nodded slowly before taking a seat next to her. "Aspen, it might be time to start on your Journeyman's Creation."
"It was so weird to be without you for so long."
"Just wait, Avice."
"Are you dead?" she asked, raising one eyebrow as she considered him. "Do we come here as demons and angels?"
Ms. Alcolett paid and left, looking down at her bird affectionately. Mr. Pemberly sighed before coming over to her workdesk, looking over her...
"He... was... LICKING ME."
She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. "I missed you."
"They could do it. I swear."
"You have passed your test."
She stared at him, one dark brow raising skeptically. "Okay," she decided after a moment. "You're gonna have to give me a rundown of this place."
Mr. Pemberly, clearly lost in thought, snapped out of it, coming over to the front desk with one raised brow. "Your bird will be 248 aurui, Ms....
She squinted at him, crossing her arms for a moment. "So... am I in Heaven? That's real?"
She exhaled, clearly relieved. "Oh, God. Thank you, Aspen. Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?"
She frowned, slipping one leg off the creature. "Are we getting off the dinosaur?"
"Can I take her home?" she asked tremulously. "It's so quiet without her here."
"Wait, wait, wait," she said, shaking her head. "What should have happened? What is going on?"
