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afterward. What was worse, they gave you this strange pulsing energy that lasted for most of the day. It wasn’t uncommon to find a handful of guards running laps for hours or picking up some of the more laborious chores around the palace just to help burn it off. Doctor Ashlar made a point to limit the number of guards receiving them on any given day.
    “Officer Leger,” Doctor Ashlar called, and I went into the office and stood by the small examining table near his desk. The hospital wing was large enough to accommodate us, but this felt better done in private.
    He nodded to acknowledge me, and I turned and pulled the waist of my pants down a few inches. I refused to allow myself to jump, not when the cold antiseptic swiped across my skin or when the needle pierced it.
    “All done,” he said cheerfully. “See Tom for your vitamins and compensation.”
    “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
    Every step throbbed, but I didn’t let it show.
    Tom gave me some pills and water, and after I downed them, I initialed his little paper and took my money, dropping it in my room before I headed out to the woodpile. Already, the urge to move was overwhelming.
    Each swing of the ax brought a desperately needed release. I felt hypercharged today, fueled by the injections, Avery’s questions, and that sinister dream.
    I thought about the king saying that America was a throw-away. It seemed unlikely that America would win now when she was so upset with Maxon, but I wondered what would happen if the one person the king never intended to get the crown did?
    And if Marlee had been a favorite, maybe even the king’s personal pick to win, who was he pinning his hopes on now?
    I tried to concentrate, but my thoughts blurred together under the insatiable drive to move. I swung and swung, and only stopped two hours later because there was nothing left to chop.
    “There’s a whole forest back there if you need some more.”
    I turned, and that old stable keeper was there, smiling.
    “I think I might actually be done,” I answered. As I got ahold of my breathing, I was sure the worst of the injection’s effects had passed.
    He walked closer. “You look better. Calmer.”
    I laughed, feeling the medicine evening out in my bloodstream. “It was a different energy I needed to burn off today.”
    He sat on the chopping block, looking completely at home. I had no idea what to make of this guy.
    I rubbed my sweaty palms on my pants, trying to think of what to say. “Hey, I’m sorry about the other day. Didn’t mean to give you a hard time, I—”
    He held up his hands. “It’s no problem. And I didn’t mean to be pushy. But I’ve seen a lot of people let the bad around them make them hard or stubborn. In the end, they miss the chance to make their world better because they only see the worst in it.”
    There was still something about the tone of his voice and his features that made me feel like I knew him.
    “I know what you mean.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to be like that. But I get so angry. Sometimes I feel like I know too much, or that I’ve done things I can’t make right, and it just hovers over me. And when I see things happen that shouldn’t …”
    “You don’t know what to do with yourself.”
    “Exactly.”
    He nodded. “Well, I’d start by thinking about what’s good. Then I’d ask myself how I could make that good even better.”
    I laughed. “That doesn’t make sense.”
    He stood. “You just think about it a bit.”
    As I walked back to the palace, I tried to figure out where I might know him from. Maybe he’d passed through Carolina before he worked for the palace. Plenty of Sixes drifted. Wherever he’d been, whatever he’d seen, he hadn’t let it bring him down. I should have asked for his name, but we seemed to be running into each other a lot, so I figured we’d meet again soon. When I wasn’t in an awful mood, he was actually a pretty decent guy.
    After cleaning up, I made my way to my room,