. Democritus’s stifled his irritation. But of course. Cronus would pick such a meet. The tavern was dark and dank, a haunt favoured by those with ulterior business. The irony was not lost on him. With a grim smile, Democritus made his way to a concealed booth in the shadows and prepared himself for a...
The Quest for Obsidian’ Stone – Secrets that Lie Beneath – by Kim
