“Fifteen men, maybe. I can hear them arguing—and boasting—‘Send the mystic out, I’ll see if she frightens me!’ Things like that.”
Tayse edged past her. “I’ll go first.”
She strode ahead of him. The fire in her blood, which had calmed to a charcoal sludge in the last twenty minutes or so, had sparked again to a yellow-gold heat. “Oh no,” she said, yanking the door open, “let me.”
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— Apr 23, 2026 06:30PM
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