Chapter 27 The Open Shirt and the Woodchopper's Axe

SYLVIE'S POV.

The thin mist left from the night's storm slowly melted beneath the warming morning sun.

From the second floor of the inn, the faint, cheerful humming of Master Kenneth drifted down as he dipped his goose quill across fresh sheets of parchment.

The old scholar was drafting his revie...

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