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Low voices carried from inside the tavern, though I didn’t see a hint of anyone standing guard around the building.
The large rocks the town had been built of may have been a cheap convenience for the Lir family as they cleared debris out of their mine, but the wide-set stone offered perfect handholds for me to climb.
I loved the burning in my muscles as I scaled the wall to our window. The precision of it, the dependence on every part of my body, made me believe for one beautiful second that I was in control. That my own skill and strength could somehow change the course of things.
I gripped the sill as I pushed the window up. There wasn’t even a lock to block my way. I was in the room before I had time to truly think through how I was going to get our bags out.
There was no light
