“You’re right,” Zachary said. “It works.”
“Right,” Clara said.
“However, it shouldn’t,” Zachary said.
“Right again,” Clara replied before smirking.
“That’s why you need me,” Zachary confirmed.
“You’re on a roll,” Clara teased.
Zachary stood up from his throne and grabbed a cane. Despite being a young man, his movements were rough, hobbled by pain. Without that cane, she doubted he would have had the balance to walk unassisted.
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