Caught at 6pm Part Three
The ground was no longer market dust. It was cold, polished stone that bit into Obolo’s knees as the King-makers dropped her like a sack of unwanted grain. She didn’t…
The ground was no longer market dust. It was cold, polished stone that bit into Obolo’s knees as the King-makers dropped her like a sack of unwanted grain. She didn’t…
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