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KELLSEY
After they had dropped off Liam at the Asylum, Qasim traced them to the top of a mountain, or at least so it initially seemed. As she viewed her surroundings better, she noticed that they were standing on the side of a deserted road. The air smelled of exotic flowers and the last rays of sunshine disappeared behind a green wall of trees. In the distance loomed a temple in Asian style, and right next to it the dome of a mosque. She was glad she’d left her jacket at home and had put on a tank top. Accustomed as she was to the wet and windy weather in the Highlands, she already began to sweat.
“This doesn’t look like a place where Satiros would stay,” Leroy noted. “Unless that hedonistic goat suddenly lowered his standards and decided to live in the middle of the jungle.”
“I can
