The blood went onto the silver plate at four in the afternoon.
It did not spread. It did not sizzle, or smoke, or do any of the four things Maera had written down as likely in her small crabbed hand.
Chapter 10
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The blood went onto the silver plate at four in the afternoon.
It did not spread. It did not sizzle, or smoke, or do any of the four things Maera had written down as likely in her small crabbed hand.