Stories of Adelwreth

1835

Old Wounds

These mornings were beautiful. Cadman lay flat on his back, watching the clouds pass overhead. They had been in Adelwreth for two days now. Bleuamar, Gilli and the doctor were involved in another investigation. Someone had been attacked during the night by what the group theorised was a rat-like creature. Harold was drinking somewhere—the man …

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