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Binn said, "You know, there have been official revelries up in the Citadel for years, ones that the King himself must surely have approved! Mightn't there be an official account of the way things happened? If only we had a way of getting up there..."
"We-ell, I suppose I could go," said Asta doubtfully. "But they don't allow just anyone up there, I believe... Brinn, do you think this Lord Sador would write me some kind of letter or something, so the Tower Guards would let me through? Is it worth asking him? Only, we have to have some reason– after all, he's meant to be here to tell us how things are done; we can't just say we don't trust him."
Asta realised that her sister had not quite said that anyway, but she assumed Brinn must share her suspicion that the terrible old Lord Burlach was, for some reason, setting them up for failure.
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