CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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I don’t think much of our profession, but, contrasted with respectability, it is comparatively honest.
—Ibid, Act I
“Are you ready?” Corbin asked two days later.
I looked around at the people of the town as they bustled around with the full extent of Corbin’s crew and the men from Bart’s that we’d rounded up and put to work. Hammers pounded, saws bit into wood, and voices murmured a happy chorus as the rebuilding of the town was well under way.
“I guess. Although now that it’s come down to it, I feel almost sad about leaving.”
He grinned at me. “And here I thought you’d be so sick of the world that you’d never want to step virtual foot in it again.”
I waved at Bas as he trailed behind Sly Jez, carrying a basket for her. Bas grinned back. Bran squawked
