Chapter 103 Without a Clause in His Pocket

The household drifted away by degrees, taking cups and candles and the sound of Marta's voice with them, until at last the forge held only the fire, the stone, and the small steady noise of Bryn sweeping.

"You don't have to do that," said Kaelan from the doorway.

"I know."

"Ashkar said you'd have...

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