Siobhan
Month 9, Day 28, Monday 1:00 a.m.
For once, Siobhan felt grateful that the average person was such an imbecile, and that the coppers, even in a big city like Gilbratha, were no exception. She looked out of an alley behind the inn, tugging down the hood of the ratty cloak she had stolen to ensure it still covered her features. She’d been watching for a while, shivering in the dark. She needed to be sure the ambush they’d set could ...
Published on June 19, 2020 15:02