The Elven Slave And The Great Witchs Curser Patched < 2027 >
Liera didn’t flinch; she had learned to carry her fear like a slow-iron coin in her mouth—never showing it, always tasting it. The speaker was a boy with too-clean boots and a badge of the city watch pinned wrongly over his heart. His name was Tamsin; he’d once delivered bread to the manor where she had been kept. He had seen her in chains and seen her now with a scar-steel look in her eye.
