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Chapter 11
The others had gathered around the still smoldering remains of the bonfire from the night before. As much as Thorfinna had been talking about breakfast, none of them looked like they"d made any moves in that direction. They just sat quietly on the stools we had been drinking on the night before, looking morosely into the embers. "Reginleif was murdered," I told them all as Nilda, Kara and I approached. None of them looked shocked or surprised. "Stabbed?" Thorfinna asked with a dubious frown. "No," I said, before she could point out the lack of blood. "She had cut her own hand. That’s where the blood came from. Part of a ritual." "How did she die?" Yngvildr asked. "I was hoping maybe you could help me with that," I admitted. "If she was poisoned, would you be able to tell?" "It depend
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