Certainty is less secure at boundaries, reality less rigid. In places ambiguous (neither sea nor shore, day or night, river or land) magic can seep through.
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(Click for links to previous chapters.) I gather Bevin and the men who guarded the ex-wolfman, and send for Hunk. “I need for you to strip,” I order. “After I leave the room,” I hastily add as all of my guards draw breath to protest. “If you are free of tattoos, then your men need…