The old woman (older than Mischa was now, definitely) stood at his bedside when Moses awoke, leaning on what looked like a bamboo cane.
He pulled backwards immediately. She was still, her face unchanged, looking at him.
“Master wishes to see you after you have refreshed yourself.”
She turned and headed for the door.
“Wait!” Moses wanted to know, [...]
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