…everybody there was hella smart
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366 Days, 366 Paragraphs: #216
An hour later, the handle of the Grand High Curator’s office door slowly began to turn. After several seconds, the door opened just a crack and the best agent High Curator Porcero had looked into the office. There, slumped over on his desk, was the Grand High Curator. His head was in a puddle of tea that was dripping on the floor and. The poison had done the trick, fast and silently. The old man had probably never known what hit him as his heart just stopped. When his body was found in the morning, it would be the signal for the Faithful to rise up and claim the Museum.
As she shut the door, Mertina could only think of how pleased Master Porcero would be with her.