Chapter 69: Secrets in the Soot

- ROWAN

The priest hole was a vertical coffin of soot and cold stone.

I sat with my knees pulled to my chest, my back against the rough-hewn granite of the chimney breast. The air was stale, tasting of ash and the faint, metallic tang of the manor’s plumbing. It was a space designed for hiding, for...

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