Chapter 49: The Black Ginseng, The Bruise, and The Laundry Intel

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: The Black Ginseng, The Bruise, and The Laundry Intel

The hot water of the cedar bathing barrel was absolute heaven.

I sank down until the water reached my chin, letting the steam melt the freezing chill of the Ancestral Shrine right out of my bones. My knuckles were bruised, my muscles ached, and I smelled faintly of old salt and assassin sweat.

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