My master did not tell me which room he was in. He expected me to find him.
A lesser man might have asked the servants of the household where he could be found. I had no such need. I took a few steps into the shadowed hallway, the shrouds of evening thickening while I did, and closed my eyes.
He had described the connections between bonded masters and slaves as something like strings tying us together. If that was so, I felt the string tug somewhere around my navel. I went in the direction it suggested. I went down the hall and down a set of stairs and pushed through a heavy wooden door into a bedroom.
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