Chapter 18: The Dead Don’t Knock

Chapter 18: The Dead Don’t Knock

The city didn’t care.

That was the first thing Eloy registered when they crossed the outer district gates. Street vendors were setting up stalls. A baker was stacking loaves in a window. A kid chased a dog across the cobblestones without looking up. Aethelgard was waking up and having a completely normal morning, and the four of them were walking through it covered in dried blood and tunnel dirt, Arthur half-draped over Isolde’s shoulder like a coat that had given up.

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