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It began to hurt in the middle of the day yesterday.
It got worse in the evening and she couldn't even eat.
She smoked a cigarette but each deep inhalation on the smoke made her face ache more.
When morning came, her face was hot and throbbing, the pain even radiated across her maw to the other side of her face now. When she went to the pond to get a drink of water her reflection looked distorted - like her face was bigger on the one side, and the eye on that side squinted against her own will. It made her look as ugly as she felt on the inside, and the fragile teen began tearing up.
Slapping her pale hand into the water as though she could strike away her reflection, she fled back to Fort Kingsbury and hid away in the Courthouse. Over the last several months, her foster mother, Veri, had managed to wriggle into the girl's suspicious heart, but her entire head ached so badly now, and she was mad from hunger because she hadn't eaten in a day, and she was growing so dehydrated because she could barely stand any water, that she couldn't stand presenting herself in such a sorry state to anyone. Not Damon, not Jace, not Honrin, not even Rumpa, and especially not Veri. Instead of seeking any of her family out, she just retreated to the family's usual room and hid away under the ratty covers of a bed.
She had extinguished any light source and shuttered all of the windows, and there the girl wallowed in her pain and misery, until nightfall. Even as night blanketed Casa di Cavalieri and most knights slumbered, Mercy remained awake, incapable of sleep. It was a night that would never end, for Mercy's agony distorted time and stretched the hours into eternity.
To the depths of midnight and beyond, Mercy lay trembling on the cot, held her face, and wept.
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