A Mile From Gehanna's Gateway
Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the witch.
The latter looks away from me, her obsidian gaze descending on a large spread of thick paper on the table.
“When Jimme returns with the Tantic girl, we would be one step away from the ritual,” she says before she slams her palms on the table, tilting forward on her hands. “However, the question still is ‘where lies the forbidden castle?’” Her eyes slowly come toward my direction, and mine to hers.
She makes it look like she points the question to me, or she could find the answer on my face. Either way, I am not going
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