Chapter Forty-One – Smoke and Strategy

The pub was dim and low-ceilinged, reeking of stale ale and pipe smoke. Alder chose it for exactly that reason—no one here cared enough to listen, and the few patrons too drunk to lift their heads weren’t a threat.

He slid into a corner booth, the wood sticky beneath his palms, and waited.

A few m...

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