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The Disappearing Acolyte

The group gathered in the common room to break their fast just as the fourth bell resounded throughout the city. It was simple fare—fried eggs, potato, and meat, wrapped in a grilled flatbread that Ashja had wolfed down in many port towns—but it stuck with her until the midday meal. As she drank down the last of the honeyed tea, another port town staple, Sister Egathra appeared in the doorway.


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