Chapter 97
Discipline is the soul of an army.
It makes small numbers formidable;
Procures success to the weak,
And esteem to all.
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—George Washington
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MIKHAIL
Pareesa said she does it before she goes to practice. Binds up her breasts so they don't get in the way. It was her idea to bind my wings beneath the Kemet robe rather risk flying in and tripping off the surveillance drones. That doesn't mean I like having my wings jammed uncomfortably against my back. Or the fact I have to slouch like a hunch-backed, decrepit old man so nobody notices I'm five cubits tall.
Personally, I think she suggested the idea to get even with me for forcing her to stay behind?
"Hey, Mikhail?" Firouz's kohled eyes sparkle with mischief. "Why so grumpy faced? You're supposed to be happy. After all,
