Chapter 51 The Market Knows Everything

The subterranean alleyways of the Undercity Black Market smelled of fried canal-fish, damp cobblestones, and cheap illusion-incense.

"Keep your cowl down, Chief," Pip whispered, poking her tiny toothpick spear out from beneath the hood of my wool cloak. "If the market goblins spot your Mending tool...

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