A fun excerpt from Fugitive Star!
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The rays of
the rising sun awakened Aylin as they spilled through the window, and
it was a good thing that they did. One glance at the desk clock told
her that her own inner clock was not operating on Pato’s schedule.
She groaned softly and sat up, realizing for the first time that she
was wearing clothes that were now far too wrinkled to be presentable.
She sighed and told herself that there would most likely be a uniform
for her to wear, if she could find it somewhere.
