“A friend? You?” Garia’s open face was a bit too shocked for Ryoka’s comfort, but she sat and Ryoka flagged down one of the barmaids—what was her name again?—and soon they were talking. “Anything new happen? Where’s Fals?” “Oh, he’s out on a delivery. Nothing’s new—unless—have you heard about Persua?” Ryoka made a face. “Tell me she’s dead.” “No—actually—” Garia broke off and sniffed at the air. Ryoka stopped and looked up too. Something had changed. The odor of the inn, like background noise, had long since stopped sending active messages to Ryoka’s brain. But something had changed. The odor
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The Erin effect
