8- The Snap of Rope
The snap of the ropes cracked like the breaking of a tree branch. Belham, Pollick, and Lady Harlen all twisted and choked, clawing at their hemp necklaces, dangling from the belvedere. The estate guests sat at round tables, breaking their fasts in the garden, watching the spectacle. I shared a table with Doctor Pagus, Glastius, and L…
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