Chapter 209 The noise woven from the crowd’s shouts, sobs, pleas, and screams was, at some point, rapidly subsiding. And at the same time, a different kind of sound slipped thinly into their ears. It was singing. “Ah!” Eve whipped her body toward the plaza. Her gaze fixed on the scorched top of the clocktower. Rimona. The gypsy girl was...
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