Since I am digging back into The Resurrected Thief, you will be seeing quite a bit of that in the upcoming weeks. As a taste, here are the opening three lines.
The sound of a single crash poured through the empty
halls of the British Museum. The night guard’s skin prickled as the echo
reverberated in his ears. A brief application of
friction eased away the small bumps sprouting on the back of his neck, but
could not banish the cold lingering beneath his skin.
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