The memory made her uneasy. I never dreamed that keeping an inn could be so deadly dangerous. Shadows loomed around her bed. Damphair, he murmured.
So I pray. On the morrow we can go to the docks. He was the youngest Kettleblack. Edwyn? A mortal poison, I don't doubt.
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