Elf at Oars

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Elf at Oars (167 Words)

“It’s fifteen past eleven. Where is he?”

Roran met the young woman’s anxious eyes with dispassion. “It was your idea to steal the key in broad daylight,” he said. “That was wise. We cannot be hunted by the blood-drinkers at day and the human guards are not so clever. But it was also your idea to have Larus arrange our getaway.”

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