"OK." Danos breathed. He stepped into the narrow alley. The open street behind him glowed brightly in the sun when compared to the shadows he had entered. He turned and looked back at it, then forced himself to continue forward. He wondered why the building in this part of town had to be so tall.
"It's the sixth door on the right." The tiny man said. Danos noticed that the governor's voice was more subdued, and when he glanced down at his pocket, he saw how Weldun was gripping edge of his pocket tightly with both hands, staring straight forward.
Danos passed by one door. It was painted green, or at least it had once been green. Most of the flakes of paint had peeled off long ago, revealing wood grain coated in a thin layer of fine dust. It didn't have a window, only a single wood step beneath it. He didn't know what business was through that door, but he figured they didn't often use it.
"That's right." Weldun encouranged distractedly. "Only a little further." Danos wondered if the words were meant for him.
He stepped forward, realizing his shoulders were slouched and his back bent forward. That wasn't sending the right message. Danos needed to be brave, not a weak child. He stoop up straight and pulled his shoulders back. He marched into the darker shadows and looked up. There was a stream of light far above him, which shone across the alley and painted shadows on the patch of light where it landed. He thought he could make out the silhouette of a flower in a vase.
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