The end of the line.
A tale from The Wyvern Inn.
Chapter one
The magistrate dropped the coin pouch into Valmir’s hands with a satisfying clink. Valmir looked down at the bag. The monster was dead, but the money felt dirty as he held it. “Thank you for your services,” the Magistrate said quietly. Valmir, unable to say anything honest or meaningful, nodded in silence, attached the pouch to his belt and…
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