Chapter 41 The Dimming Candlelight at the Front Desk

SYLVIE'S POV

The scorched iron badge lay cold upon the oak cutting board.

The relief of raven wings framing a closed eye stood out sharply beneath the lantern light. I stared down at the relic with a clenched jaw, while Gideon sat on the corner bench, draining his earthenware cup of herbal tea to ...

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