Chapter 84 In Which the Red-Eyed Stranger Came

Julian

The inn was the kind of place men went when they didn't want to be found, low-ceilinged and smoke-stained, with a fire banked too low to properly warm the room. I'd been there four days. I hadn't decided where I was going next, only that it wasn't back.

I'd thought about Alistair more t...

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