Thousand: Seven Hundred Thirteen

back to the Official Rotunda of the Others, she would need a uniform to turn in. ORO. ORO was stitched in gold on all the labels. She’d never really thought about what the name meant. The guardian is pointing at something behind the girl. The girl turns to look. A thick gold rope hangs down along the wall beside the gate. The girl glances back at the guardian who nods firmly. “OK,” the girl says and grasps the rope with both hands and pulls. The gate rises up smoothly. The walls also slip upwards. Whether the guardian rises just as