“I was convicted of murder after the curse returned. Before that, I was one of the Wizard’s bodyguards, so he let me off easy. Instead of having me publicly executed, he poured a single drop of molten iron upon me for each life I took.” Dorothy’s eyes grew impossibly wide. “How many fae did you kill?” Tin finished drying his axe, stood, and put the sharp blade back at his hip. “I didn’t stick around to count. Dozens by then, I suppose. The eleven lords were what got me caught, though.”
