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8. Chapter 7
Gisele strode directly through Clan Thornag’s village without so much as a sideways glance toward the Northmen and women who were watching her. The witch had forced herself to walk the village rather than taking her horse. She’d hoped to use the extra time to calm down and gather her thoughts. It hadn’t worked. When she reached the largest of the huts, she didn’t slow down. Knocking never entered her mind. Instead, she grabbed the oaken door and wrenched it open, causing the entire to building to shudder as the door bounced against the wall. There were curses and a squeal from under a tangle of furs and woolen blankets on the bed. “I said I was not to be disturbed.” A gravelly voice, slightly muffed, came from beneath the blankets. “You promised me a book.” The witch’s voice was like a
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