Chapter 68
Chapter 68 That afternoon, Michael was alone at the stables. Earlier, the village men took the others away to work. His arm felt much better already, and he wondered about the poultice Ben Olgerbee had used. In the distance, he saw Ben Olgerbee walk by. The word “wizened” came to mind to describe Olgerbee, a small, thin man who walked with a stoop, his chest concave. Wizened cheeks. Wizened hair. Wizened...Michael thought of a similar word. Wizard. Something made him decide to follow the man. Past the stables, near the fence that circled the village, a trap door lay flat on the ground. Olgerbee opened it and descended steep steps, then lit a torch and shut the door behind him. Michael waited until he thought Olgerbee might have walked away, and then opened the door and hurried into t
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