Chapter 15 The Secret of Room Number Four and Invisible Allies

THIRD-PERSON POV

Rain-soaked mist churned violently around the front porch of the Thistlewood Inn, spraying droplets across the weathered floorboards.

Beneath the wet folds of his gray traveling cloak, Lucian Mercer's right hand twitched. The sharp hiss of silvery-black magic crept beneath his ski...

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