Ivan never expected his future to rely on a honeybee.
Just one more challenge. He clenched his fists as he stood before the golden door on the Ukran palace’s upper floor. If he succeeded, he’d free the imprisoned Tsarina Mischa as well as her subjects, who had all been cursed a week ago
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Their footwork was flawless. Their abdomens vibrated at just the right rate. They executed each turn with precision. Every eye was on the golden dancers, mine most of all.
I was halfway to proving my hypothesis about bee communication. PhD, here I come.
Dr. Young shrugged. “At least this bee hologram
Recycle in five…
Tension claws at my shoulders. No matter how often I’ve done this—four times a day, five days a week, for sixteen years, but who’s counting?—I can’t get used to it. I wouldn’t want to.
Four…
Bodies pound on metal. Clang. Clang. Then harder. Clang! Clang! Then faster. Clangclangclang.
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