Deuce, Chapter 18: Shrewd, Shrew

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Shrewd, Shrew

Aurelius strutted along the wharf, head high, eyes fixed on the red sails that had always meant home. Uphill families might look down on dockside folk, but merchants had their place and their pride. Tooth and claw, rip and raw—we are Pred.

“Trophy walking!” called the owner of their district’s ale house. “Look sharp, Spicers! We have us a man among men!”

Flaygore saluted the barrel-chested barkeep. “Save a cask for us, sir. Tonight, we celebrate!”

“Aye, it’s already on res...