Right. Here I am. Back at this Cauldron. Where I began. A secondary character in Fairest
. A dwarf sleeping off a curse in a crystal coffin while his brothers pull their beards. Waiting for my fool of a scribbler to do right by me. To tell my tale properly in Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins
. Shards, what a mouthful. Scribblers and their titles. At least I’m getting secondary characters to speak out once a month. Not that I’m about to let the scribbler forget me, even when she messes around with other characters. Don’t you forget me either.
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