Chapter 33 We Found Vane

The stench of sulfur and damp mildew in the subterranean drainage catacombs was enough to peel the varnish off my brass Mending hammer.

"If we don't find him in the next three minutes, Iris," Rowan said, stepping gingerly over a puddle of suspicious orange slime in his pristine boots, "I am going t...

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