The Black Armor
Chapter 38 of The Thief's Armor
Satchel’s mind felt numb. All of his thoughts, like the infinite drops of water that form an ocean, roiled and flowed around one another until they coalesced into a solid, indefinable mass. He sat motionless beside the witch. Basco and Jarek stood just behind him, saying nothing. It was only when his mentor gently nudged him that the young thief stirred. Without a word, he rose and found the old chest next to the fireplace. The thing was covered in soot and mold.
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