Chapter 19: Throat’s All Sand & Gravel

Chapter 19: Throat’s All Sand & Gravel

Two men strode in; both tall, broad-shouldered, heavy swords slung across their backs. No city guard colors. Black leather armor, light but reinforced, padded with plates of sickly green metal that caught the morning light like tarnished bronze. The air in the room shifted instantly. Conversations faltered. People at tables shifted uncomfortably, eyes dropping to their mugs.

Kembeliona’s hand froze mid-wipe. He tapped my arm once, sharp, urgent, then pushed my plate toward me and jerked his chin toward the stairs. No words. Just the gesture.

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