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... of a royal wedding—me covered in mud and ego bruises, Lilith grinning like she’d just robbed the treasury.
The walk back into town was slow, partly because my ribs were still negotiating whether they wanted to continue existing, and partly because everyone wouldn’t stop staring.
A street vendor selling candied almonds called out, "Oi, Tumbling Knight! Want a bag on the house?"
I frowned. "Why’s everyone calling me that?"
Lilith handed me a parchment. It was a sket ...
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