Chapter 121: The Saint's Shackles

Elora's POV

No stench of sewage. No rusty iron bars.

I woke to the cloying sweetness of sandalwood incense, thick enough to coat the back of my throat.

Beneath me, a down mattress swallowed my spine in plush softness, and the wool blanket draped over my body felt like woven clouds. Underfloor hea...

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