“Ah. The story goes that there was a town here with a different name, long ago, that was plagued by a werewolf. One night a man was walking home and was set upon by a wolf. He fought back and managed to cut its ear off. In the morning, the mayor was missing an ear. He tried to hide it, but the man nailed the wolf’s ear to the door of the church, and by that, everyone knew that the mayor was a werewolf.” “Or he was simply very unlucky and lost an ear at exactly the wrong time,” I muttered. “Ah.” The priest’s lips twisted ruefully. “They thought of that. We are a practical people, are we not?
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