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Mercy of Fate: A Shadows of the Hersweald Short Story (Legends of Light #3.5) Mercy of Fate: A Shadows of the Hersweald Short Story by Hope Ann
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“Haydn traced his fingers over crates of potatoes and apples. A splinter caught against his skin
and his breath hissed between his teeth. He yanked it out, then stuck the finger in his mouth, his gaze roving outward. Tempered blades, hanging from the walls. Bulging casks of wine. And there, tucked into the deepest shadows…
Haydn hurried over. He wedged the torch between two boxes and crouched down, rocking back on his heels as he examined the chest. The iron bands were cold to his touch. No dagger was going to spring this lock.
With a soft chuckle, Haydn sank to his knees and pulled a skeleton key from inside his cloak.
Bending close, he tilted his head and inserted the key into the lock. He gently worked it back and forth. A chink echoed in the silence, followed by a snap as the lid sprang up just a fraction of an inch.
Locks or not, Mathias really made things too easy.”
Hope Ann, Mercy of Fate: A Shadows of the Hersweald Short Story