Chapter 15 This Perfume Smells Sour

WEX'S POV

The sharp, piercing pain started directly behind my right eye.

I set my quill down on the smooth stone surface of my desk and pressed the heel of my hand against my temple. The throbbing was relentless, a steady, rhythmic drumbeat that matched the frantic pounding of my own heart. I clos...

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