Chapter 35 Customer Who Knows Beatrix

Hazel's POV

Osric crossed the broken glass in two strides and crouched over the stone before I could stop him.

"Don't touch it," I said. "What if it's cursed or something?"

"It's not cursed. It's a message." He turned it over carefully, studying the cloth wrapped tight around it. "Gray cloth, no ...

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