”She turned over Rhea’s note and scrawled a single word on it:tomorrowThis she folded and handed to Jonas. Their arrangement was made and agreed to on both sides, but in the end she could barely bring herself to ungrasp the ball. The silver storage containers had been dragged over here—by the oxen, presumably—and then concealed. He turned it over and saw columns of “blah blah” and “yak yak” and “all the stuff’s the same.
CHAPTER SEVENOn the Drop1Three weeks had passed since the welcoming dinner at Mayor’s House and the incident at the Travellers’ Rest. The smudge stood out there like a wide, dark scar. ”She shook her head, softening her refusal with a smile. She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes.
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