Previous chapter:
Chapter 125: Steam Thoughts
Next chapter:
Chapter 127: Anger
PREVIEW
... ore.
Usually, the morning air vibrated with the chaos of a living guild. Barnaby would be shouting at subordinates about profit margins.
Leona would be arguing with the chefs about the meat-to-vegetable ratio of her breakfast.
Lyra would be testing new bowstrings, the sharp twang punctuating the conversation.
Today, the silence pressed against the stone walls, heavy and suffocating.
Damien sat at the head of the long mahogany table. He stared at his black ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























