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Vesper
Clutching at her head scarf, trying to keep her steps at a normal pace, Vesper walked around the back of the blood brothel. Now that she was here, on the verge of finding Mercy, she began to tremble.
Without Kirael at her back, anxiety truly set in. The building itself was a neat three-story stone affair, something that wouldn’t have been out of place, perhaps, in the oldest parts of London.
She found the servants’ entrance at the back, just as Kirael said. At the right of the door was a simple silver plaque that read: Drisgell House — Ring Bell For Assistance.
Biting her lip, she tried the door. To her immense relief, she found it unlocked. Easing it open, she stepped inside. Pulling a piece of paper from her pocket, she jammed it in the door lock, making sure she’d be able
