(Curtis POV)I was at the table with the ledger when the door came open.Not knocked, not the two taps that everyone who came to this house used, just opened, and I was on my feet before I had processed why because a door that opened without knocking in the Lowlands at this hour was either someone very familiar or someone very wrong, and Danny Reeves was neither of those things, he was supposed to be in the northern borderland for another week at minimum, and he was standing in my doorway with his left arm held against his chest and his jacket torn at the shoulder and his face the color of old plaster.Jake was up from the counter in the same second."Danny," I said.He came through the door and his right hand was gripping something, a cloth bag,
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