Chapter 79: Duskmere's Events Part 1
Her grip tightened on the mug until it made that hairline squeal clay makes right before it cracks. “He says he draws sickness out,” she whispered. “He wears a priest’s sash, but our priest is gone and his voice isn’t right and—” The rest of the sentence fell as tears.
Ruby stepped forward before I could. “What’s the fastest route to the square?”
The woman pointed. “Down the lane, past the mill. You’ll hear him before you see him.”
“Gaia,” I said, “will you stay with her? Find Luce.”
Gaia nodded. “I’ll bring him to the chapel. If he’s been drained, we’ll do what we can to… repattern.”
“Repatter—?”
“Find his thread,” Gaia said, not unkindly. “And pull it back into himself.”
The woman sobbed once, so hard she folded over it, and then straightened
