10/05/2026 20:05

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These wretched games Kristian plays with you and me and Ilona. Anything else I can cope with—but dark cellars, and people coming back from the dead— Charlotte sat down beside her and hugged her. Not quite fast enough, though. Karl's grip felt hard and delicate as bone; the horrible impression of a skeleton holding her.

Never mind, we have enough turns without them. She knew something. With what? Silence. Now, said Karl, with the same incongruous politeness, perhaps you will listen to me.