I've been contacted lately in The Drunken Deer by a self-described old friend of
Mr. Wolfgang Handspiegel, a local industrialist, philanthropist and an avid reader.
He stated that after Mr. Hands...
You screwed up this time. It was supposed to be a simple hammerite chapel burglary
just out of the city, but the terrible scream of a hammerite that caught
you as you pierced a sword through his...
Knock to my door woke me up. Three long and three short knocks. Urgent.
An envelope slipped under my door signed by a City master spy and a small note attatched to it which said:
"Ferre and L...
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