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Chapter 2: knives in the Dark
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... s were sticky with spilled drinks, meat grease, and the grime of forgotten nights. The usual crowd was no better—thieves, deserters, and dimwits who’d slit a throat for a single coin. But even they gave him a wide berth. Not out of respect—Kael had never earned that—but out of fear.
The broken Hunter’s Crest that hung around his neck marked him as Death’s favorite fool.
Even the bartender, a striking maiden with generous curves, long dark hair, and innocent blue eyes, hesitated w ...
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