Chapter Nine
The sun came through the mists above but only in brief bursts as Tappert, wrapping himself in a nice thick Wickshire scarf he’d acquired the previous year for just a few coin, ran down the steep hill from the Old Abbey grounds that were Saltblocke Farm atop the hill and under the great oak. But the clearing mist and bursts of wan early sprin…
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