Twelve hells, just yesterday morning he’d led their band of Crows to answer a plague beacon, collected corpse and coin, and had them all back on the roads before noon. And from the whispers sweeping the pristine tiles of the courtyard, their throngs of onlookers were catching on.įie gritted her teeth until the queasy pinch in her gut retreated. Taking three meant Pa had a merciful end to deliver. Taking one minute meant the Sinner’s Plague had already finished off the boys inside. Near ten minutes had run dry since he’d vanished into the quarantine hut, and Fie had spent the last seven of them glaring at its gilded door and trying not to worry a stray thread on her ragged black robe. Pa was taking too long to cut the boys’ throats.
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