Chapter 103: The Scent of Truth

Talon was waiting for me outside the stables.

He stood in the snowbank, up to his knees in the stuff, bundled in a too-large wool tunic that someone—probably Dessa—had cinched around his waist with a piece of twine. His cheeks were red from the cold, and his gloves were soaked through, but he didn’...

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