Tricia hears an enormous racket outside and when she walks onto the porch, she finds Kozor waving around like a mad person while looking at the roof!
“What on earth are you doing?”
“Nothing!” His eyes widened, and she walked down the steps to look at what he was so vehemently trying to chase away.
“Hoot-Hoot”. Her eyes immediately find the owl sitting on the very top of the roof.
“Oh, my goddess!” In their traditions, they had no specific reference to owls being some kind of bad omen, but she knew all too well what it meant to Kozor.
Death is coming… But whose?
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“Arora! Arora!” Dremon’s panicked voice comes rushing down the passage to her office, and she jumps out of her chair. She had been working from home for the past two days at the insistence of the councillor.
“What?!” She
