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Chapter 54: Types of Silence
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2024-10-29 19:42:56There was one thing Sethlzaar was certain of: his continued dislike of alcohol. In the seminary he had drunk it because his brothers did. Tonight he endured its bitterness for a different reason.
Narvi had him gathering knowledge on a touched the seminary claimed was in their vicinity. He had been seated two hours now, clad in simple clothing that, at most, would identify him as a mercenary. With the absence of his veils and his bow, he could easily be mistaken for a simple citizen of the kingdom.
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