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... y. By mid-month, even wearing the thinnest linen shirt felt unbearably hot.
Unbuttoning his collar, Horn leaned against the pavilion's column like a bear rubbing against a tree, using the ancient serpent patterns carved into the column to scratch his back, entirely unbothered by the presence of several ladies around him.
Sitting atop a mound by the Ibe River, the hexagonal pavilion cast a long shadow under the blazing sun.
Inside the cool pavilion, sat four witches, makin ...
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