Fifty-Six:
Lancelot Larkin
Out of all of the strange things to happen with my life, I never thought that I would be going to The Shadow Market with Prince George. I loved him, and he loved me. But he was the most privileged man that I’d ever met. We jumped into the sewers together, with George going first and me following.
We landed on hard ground, the both of us falling on our stomachs in dirtied, brown, water. George let out a shriek. “No, no, no,” he said, as he pushed himself up, “is that water what I think that is?”
I almost laughed, but I knew that we were in a strange situation. I didn’t want to make him feel worse than he already did. Instead, I stood up, and I helped him up off of the ground. We were both covered in the smelly, disgusting sewage water. With no hope of gett
