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Lincoln, Happy, and I step along a gravel path toward Black Wing Manor. After hiking up a short flight of slate steps, we reach a massive wooden door. The knocker is bronze and formed into a raven’s head, complete with ruby eyes. Happy goes up on tiptoe and slams the metal down.
Thud!
A moment later, the door opens to reveal a young guy with mismatched eyes and white blonde hair. His features are uneven—small nose, big ears, that kind of thing—but it all works for him. Unlike most thrax, he wears modern stuff, namely skinny jeans and a loose sweater. He focuses on Happy. “There you are! I was so worried about you.”
Two things about this guy. One, it’s good that Happy has someone who cares about her. The whole wandering in the mist thing had me worried. Two, although Happy’s name is,
