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Caoilinn The interior of the warehouse was exactly what it should seem. Dimly lit with piles of dusty crates and boxes that looked as if they hadn't been touched in centuries. In between them several men paroled, all taking careful note of our presence. I followed without comment, the warehouse was a front, obviously. The cargo the Temurans dealt with was likely stored elsewhere, under false names...for legal purposes. In the back recesses of the building a walled off space s

This Friday's serial post we switch points of view from Nailha to Caoilinn. A look into what is happening elsewhere in Averin. Caoilinn Daddy was missing. There was no avoiding the fact any longer. A day or two I might have passed off as business, or pleasure, even though he was usually careful to be precise in his return date. But it had been three weeks now since he should have been back and...nothing. I lifted my arms, letting Elys settle the waist coat over my shoulders.