skull dansuer
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Not so much a bargain as an imposition. Death has come calling on Tanwyn.
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I slowly came to the next day with some kind of sandwich in my mouth and the sun dazzling on a river. I drew in the scent of water creatures, not too dissimilar from the Hudson and tried to recall if I had been awake before this moment, or if I had woken up to…
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A soft mist speckled the warbled glass that had been inset into the old archer’s slots of Wallace’s room. A servant had left lit candles, leaving the colorful glass quivering. Rowan left Farrow and me to ransack the heir apparent turned wizard’s rooms while he went back to the storage chests in the basement to…
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I was sore, tired, and hungry again by the time we emerged from the woods on the opposite end of the castle from where we left off to the village.
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The chuckle that followed me into the dark left my skin tingling. Maybe I’d gained some bit of respect from Rowan. I’d never hit someone before and my fingers throbbed enough to tell me Wallace hadn’t either. I didn’t really want to repeat the experience.
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“If you aren’t gonna work, get out. Don’t come back!” Nina hissed at Farrow as she yanked away the platter in front of Rowan.
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The pub was a quiet, warm affair, more comfortable than I would have assumed on first passing the place. Rowan slid into a chair near to a smokeless fireplace and motioned me to the opposing overstuffed monstrosity masquerading as something akin to a loveseat.
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I hoped Rowan hadn’t heard the undignified squeak I made when I finally got those blasted briches down. Back in the castle, I had swapped tunics, but not the bottoms, whatever they were called. So, I hadn’t exactly had a moment to contend with whatever the good magician had blessed me with.
Chapel Orahamm 