Chapter Sixty Three : The Ashen Mantle

The streets of Modara slumbered beneath grey rain, the town’s crooked eaves and narrow alleys veiled in dusk. Evelyn moved through it unseen, her garments cloaked in dust and ash, the servant’s apron and red linen folded tight beneath her mantle.

The house she sought stood at the edge of the salt q...

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