The glow of the magictech lamp shone upon the text of that unassuming tome.
Shiayar closed the book in silence, his eyes vacant as he stared at the pure white ceiling. What the hell.
In front of Shiayar, the young girl in a black dress stiffened slightly. Then she lightly covered her mouth and let out a laugh like tinkling silver bells. "Dear guest, although it doesn't bother me much, swearing in my shop carries a fine, you know?"
I wasn't cursing at you… I was cursing at some goddamn thing. That damned thing really screwed me over.
Shiayar's mood was complex.
Every word and sentence written in black and white in the unassuming book before him tied all of Shiayar's previous clues and speculations together.
