Chapter 68 THE AUCTION HOUSE

THE AUCTION HOUSE

"Ah. The Witness." A pause, wet and pleased. "We were told you would come. We kept you a good seat."

Leo didn't answer.

The voice came from the pit, from the lanterns, from the gray-robed figures ringing the bowl. It didn't seem to belong to any single throat there.

"Front row,...

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