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Cora flung the heart of the turned away to the wall. Though the rest of the turns watched the heart in its movement as it was flung, none of them sped to take the heart or licked the blood on it.
Thus, the heart stained the walls and such; it was a pleasing stare for Cora as she looked upon the blood stain and again, smiled with her revealing fang.
Theodore was yet still drinking his blood from his wooden cup and was yet to say any words further. He crossed his legs into each other as he again remained seated on the throne.
To each of the turns' heartbeats, Cora listened and smelled them even from where she stood. This meant that she was yet still in on an effort to detect an erring turned.
Immediately, according to the desire of the grand elders, with their kin connected to the turns, the turns already knew what to do and they disrupted their lines and ordered themselves into a queue.
