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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy: Four Hundred Silvers

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The bed cost three silvers a night, and Wilhemina had budgeted for three nights.

"Three," she repeated.

"Three," said the woman behind the counter, not looking up from her ledger. Mistress Grell had a face like a closed shutter and a voice to match. "Fresh linen's extra."

"In the lowlands, a whole week's lodging costs less than that."

"Then the lowlands must be lovely." Grell turned a page. "This is Ashgrove, girl. Take the bed or take the street. Both are honest."

Wilhemina shifted the satchel
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