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Friday, February 12, 2016
As Hugh dried his face, he glanced out the bathroom window. A thick, pearly mist covered the landscape, so thick he could barely see the patterns of the hedge garden a few feet below his window. The sun wasn’t ready to rise yet, but the day was already graying.
His eyes narrowed as he saw a human form moving away from the house in the direction of the castle moat. A man.
Stephan?
Where the devil was he going at this hour in the moat? He threw on clothing with a carelessness that would have appalled Thomson, then raced downstairs and outside into the foggy dawn.
The man was not in the moat anymore, but there were enough footsteps on the snowy ground for him to follow his quarry.
Within a couple of minutes, he spotted a form. He slowed to match his pace, t
