The Breaking — Chapter 37

I waste no time finding someone who can mark skin with ink: a Thrakian sailor on the crew of the Adrestia, Barnabas's old ship. He'll come to my estate when he's finished helping twist new ropes for the ship's rigging. Three days from now, maybe four.

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