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The red burn on Wilt’s cheek didn’t fade with time. The wound closed and healed, and the skin became smooth again, but the angry red colour stayed, permanently marking his cheek. He was reminded of it each time he caught his reflection. Higgs knew better than to ask about it, as it only seemed to make Wilt angry.
They had been working hard for the Grey Guild, Wilt as one of the Fingers and Higgs with his new role of overseeing the street urchins—the Rats, they called themselves with pride—and had been given the day to spend as they wished. Wilt had mentioned the overabundance of river pebbles he’d seen lining the eastern wall of the city, and Higgs had grabbed their slings without further prompting. Once at the city wall, they took turns flinging the small stones hard and flat across t
