Chapter 22 Kept

“No,” I said.

It came out before I’d decided anything. Four hundred people turned to look at me, and I found, to my surprise, that I was completely sure.

“I’m sorry, but no. I’m a bookseller. I’m not a belonging.”

“It is not a question, Miss Quill.” Ormund’s eyebrows had settled into something li...

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